Folks, I want to tell you a story
About some brave men, men who gave
their lives
For the cause of Freedom, men who
left wives
And children, so that people like you
and me
Could breathe air rich with the glory
Of human sacrifice given for their
fellow
Man: --- Folks, the story of the Alamo!
In Eighteen hundred and Thirty-
six,
In San Antonio, Texas,
A hundred and eighty-some-odd men,
In late winter of that year, would try
to fend
Off some four thousand Mexican
troops
At an old, former Catholic church
called the Alamo.
Headed by the shrimp, Generalissimo
Santa Anna, the Mexicans, camped in
groups
Around the makeshift fortress, were
determined
To capture it, and it concerned them
Not whether the takeo'er was done
thru surrender
Or destruction. The Texans would
defender her,
Howe'er, down to the very last man,
And it would be the Alamo's last stand.
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The cause of the battle may be
stated briefly
For it was a reason as old as
Humanity:
A tyrant declares the freedoms of old
are abolished
And his new powers must be
acknowledged:
The Constitution of Eighteen twenty-
four
Was swept away and replaced with a
dictator sore:
The men of the Alamo then showed
their defiance,
With God and Right for their Reliance.
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Now, tho the situation was
hopeless,
And the Alamo was certain to fall,
Three fiercely independent men
would stand tall,
And lead the defenders, and with a
boldness
Hardly equaled in the annals of
Human History,
They all valorously engaged the
hateful enemy.
Jim Bowie was there, knife and all,
Leading a rag-tag band of volunteers,
And tho he was sickly, bedrid, too, his
peers
Would stand by him and come
running to his call.
Davy Crockett, a legend in his own
time,
From Tennessee he came to fight
alongside
The Texan Revolutionaries,
And become one of Law and Order's
luminaries.
William Travis, at age twenty-six,
he
Was the young colonel, who, with the
fateful breath
Of courage, laid down the sentiment
tingly
Of all those Patriots with the fearless
words, "Victory or Death!"
Now, come Sunday, the Sixth of
March, ere dawn,
In ice-cold weather, the hell-bent foe,
Prodded by a pulsating but fruitless
siege
That caused not one of those gallants
to cringe,
Launched a mindless, all-out assault
on the Alamo.
With cannons and rifles flaring, with
swords drawn,
Heroically, the men inside the battered
mission
Were putting scores of Mexicans out of
commission
As they greeted the tumultuous
onslaught.
O! the bloodletting that was spilt as
they fought!
The tidal wave of red uniforms scaling
The walls and being pushed back! --
Failing! -- Failing! --
But then succeeding! as their great
numbers
O'ercame the valiant but
undermanned resistance.
Like an army of ants, the prodigious,
pernicious persistence
Of the Mexicans paid off, as the
Alamo's cumbers
They poured o'er. Hand-to-hand
combat ensued,
Until every single Texan stalwart was
pursued,
And kilt! For ninety minutes, the Earth
shook
On her axis, as the early mornin' Sun
would brook
No interference of his sharp gaze
That on the momentous event he sent
his rays
Faithful upon for want of deserved
praise.
The end had finally come: all the
Texan
Warriors had died at the hands of the
Mexican
Hostiles, but they did not perish
In vain! for, a deathblow was
administered
On the abhorrent adversary --
considered
One of the most repugnantly feverish
Armies e'er assembled -- in a
Samsonian form,
For, for each Texan who the Jordan
crossed and the Gates of Trust
Passed through, eight Mexicans bit the
dust: ---
The Alamo fell, 'tis true, but Texas was
born!
Now, my friends, no story about the
Alamo would be complete
If the battle of the following month
'twern't
Included: At the San Jacinto,
The Mexicans were taking a siesta,
When the Texan Army, under the
tactical sheet
Of surprise, stormed them, and what
that resting outfit heard,
Besides the fire of arms, was a war cry,
cried
Louder and more powerful than that
rising, sleepy-eyed
Belligerent could have e'er dreamed
of, for --- lo! ---
It 'twere the God-like war cry of ... ----
"Remember the Alamo!"
---rmjt