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Probably written by Hugh McLeod | Probably written by General Hugh McLeod | ||
San Antonio. written in the ruins of the Alamo x | San Antonio. written in the ruins of the Alamo x | ||
Antonio hail! Thy | Antonio X hail! Thy hoary ages | ||
Tells sadly of the past; | Tells sadly of the past; | ||
For thy dark tale on history's page | For thy dark tale on history's page | ||
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_______ | _______ | ||
Thy crumbling walls, thy ruined towers, | Thy crumbling walls, thy ruined towers, | ||
Dark monuments, remain, | |||
Of contest fierce 'twixt adverse powers | Of contest fierce 'twixt adverse powers | ||
And countless numbers slain | And countless numbers slain | ||
_____ | _____ | ||
Nor is it strange, ev' | Nor is it strange, ev'n from the first | ||
Thy destinie's were given | Thy destinie's were given | ||
To cowl-capp'd Monks of blood accurst, | To cowl-capp'd Monks of blood accurst, | ||
Who mock'd at God in heaven. | Who mock'd at God in heaven. | ||
The Almighty in his wrath | The [?] Almighty in his wrath | ||
Smote with avenging hand, | Smote with avenging hand, | ||
And bloody carnage strew'd each path, | And bloody carnage strew'd each path, | ||
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Is crimson'd with the blood | Is crimson'd with the blood | ||
Of the brave, who battled with the foe | Of the brave, who battled with the foe | ||
Where tens to thousands stood | |||
x San Antonio de Bejar | x San Antonio de Bejar | ||
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Latest revision as of 05:29, 16 February 2021
Probably written by General Hugh McLeod
San Antonio. written in the ruins of the Alamo x
Antonio X hail! Thy hoary ages
Tells sadly of the past;
For thy dark tale on history's page
Runs blood from first to last _______
Thy crumbling walls, thy ruined towers,
Dark monuments, remain,
Of contest fierce 'twixt adverse powers
And countless numbers slain _____
Nor is it strange, ev'n from the first
Thy destinie's were given
To cowl-capp'd Monks of blood accurst,
Who mock'd at God in heaven.
The [?] Almighty in his wrath
Smote with avenging hand,
And bloody carnage strew'd each path,
In thy devoted land. _____
'Tis sorrowful to see now,
Thy rich luxuriant soil
The scene of nought but strife & woe,
And savage Indian broil. ______
Even when I stand, thy Alamo
Is crimson'd with the blood
Of the brave, who battled with the foe
Where tens to thousands stood
x San Antonio de Bejar
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