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They fiercely fought with Spartan rage,

As the humbled foe can tell,

Till none was left the strife to 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 blanch'd 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 fierce host

Is breathing vengeance loud:

Now tyrant for thy vaunted boast, *

Or a soldier's bloody 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 trumpet spoke in its loudest tones

That Texas now was free!!!
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The Star! the Star! the bright lone star

How't glads my heart to see

Thy banner float, in peace or war,

In its own bright purity.
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Yes, thou shalt shine in splendor yet,

O'er a great & happy land,

And nations now, who know thee not,

Shall join thee heart & hand.

Then peace shall bring the happiness, Thy fields with plenty team, And riches which will far surpass The poet's wildest dream.

Antonio then will raise her dead, nd her ancient town shall be The birth place & the nursing bed of the Sons of Liberty.

Camp Cooke August 5th 1840

{inserted in pencil:  The Lady of Ashlynn]
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x Had Travis been re-enforced as was promised the general opinion is that the Alamo would not have fallen into Santana's hands.

+ He sued to Gl. Houston for his life the day after the [?battle?].

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