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They fiercely fought with Spartan rage,

As the humbled foe can tell,

Till none was left the strige & wage,

When gallant Crockett fell.
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Santana gaz'd with rage & dread

Upon his warriors slain,

And Savage, spurn'd the senseless dead

Who could not strike again.
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But hark! that shout, the self-same hour;

His cheek is blenet's with fear;

Aye tremble! for the patriot Texan power

In wrath is drawing near.  x
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Hark! hark! the trump of that furnost?

Is breathing? vengeance loud:

Now tyrant for the vaunted boast,

Or a soldier's Hardy shroud
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They met - they fought - but brief the strife

On San Jacinto's plain;

The craven coward fled for life, +

His army ta'en or slain
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The single star in triumph shone.

(The star of liberty,)

The triumph spoke in its loudest tones

That Texas now was free!!!
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