c r O c k e TT.
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Gro k t {.
Tho sad was his fate, and mournrul the
story,
The deeds Of the hero shall never de-
cay
lie fell in the cause dear to freedom and
glory,
And fought 10 the last, like lion at
bay.
When rang the loud call from the ma
ton oppressed,
And her valleys, with slaughter Of
brave men were red;
Twas the pride Of our Crockett 10 help
the DISTRESSED,
And the watchword in Teas washeard
Go ahead.
His death-dealing rifle no longer shall
shower
It's unerrlng balls on the proud, haugh-
ty foe,
Cat down in the spring-time oflife's bud
ding flower
His tombstone, alas! are thy walls,
Alamo.
Then may we not hope, since valor has
crown'd him,
And DER him bright fame her mantle
has spread;
In the SOULS parting hour good angels
were round him,
Bid the spirit arise TO the skies, "Go
ahead?'