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