A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was high Any man that will fight to the death cross over But if you want to live you'd 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 Ol' Bowie lay dying his powder was ready and dry Flat on his back Bowie killed them a few in reply And young Davy 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... 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...