A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die By a line that he drew with his sword as the battle grew nigh A man that crossed over the lines for glory But him who would live better fly And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine Hey Santa Anna we're killing your soldiers below So men wherever they go will remember the Alamo [ trumpet ] Jim Bowie lay dying but his powder was ready and dry With his knife in his hand he took him a few in reply And young David Crockett lay laughing and dying The blood and the sweat in his eyes For Texas and freedom a man more than willing to die Hey Santa Anna... [ trumpet ] They sent a young scout through 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...