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 cross 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 Oh Bowie lay dying his powder was ready and dry Flat on his back Bowie killed him a few in reply And young Davy Crockett was singing and laughing With gallantry fierce in his eye 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 They sent a young scout from the battlements bloody and loud With 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