By the line that he drew with his sword
when the battle was nigh.
A man would fight to the death, cross over,
but him who would live better fly.
a hundred and seventy -nine.
we're killin' your soldiers below
But men, wherever they go,
his powder was ready and dry
From flat on his back buoy
killed him a few in reply
And bold Davy Crockett was
With gallantry fierce in his eye
a man more than willin' to die
we're killin' your soldiers below
That men, wherever they go,
from a garrison valiant and proud
Grieve not, little darling, my dying,
If Texas is sovereign and free,
and ever with liberty be.
we're killing your soldiers below,
That men, wherever they go,
we're killin' your soldiers below
That men, wherever they go