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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