And a hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die   By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh   Any man that would fight to the death crossed over   But him that would live, better fly   And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine      Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!   That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo      Bowie lay dying, but his powder was ready and dry   Flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply   And young David Crockett was singing and laughing   With gallantry fears in his eyes   For God and for freedom, a man more than willing to die      Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!   That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo      And then they sent a young scout from the battlements, bloody and loud   With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud   "Grieve not little darling, my dying, if Texas is sovereign and free   We'll never surrender and ever with liberty be"      Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!   That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo