"The Daring Davy" English Ballad

The “Daring” Davy

It all started in about eighteen thirty-five
When Davy began his journey against pride
Few were lucky enough to survive
But our dignity they were unable to deprive

As Mexican troops continued to march forward
Davy Crockett hid like a coward
A so-called courageous man
Fighting for this vast land of sand

Davy Crockett alone he stood
Hiding behind a bed of wood
They pulled him out by his hair
Embarrassed him and did not care
Threw him down in the noon-day sun
Mocking him in front of everyone

Well respected around the country-side
He did not think of this as he cried
Kneeling down on a carpet of dust
“Set me free!” he cried “You must!”

CHORUS
Davy, Davy Crockett King of the wild frontier
This American folk hero, now trembled in fear
The air now filled with screams of pain
How can his legacy remain?

Terribly trembling in The Texas war for independence
Why we call him a hero does not make sense
He was no hero, as a matter of fact
How did he make such an impact
when bravery was a quality he lacked

Unable to avoid his bloody execution
He was now a victim of the Texas Revolution
This American legend has been slain
Along with his unforgettable fame
Because on that date of devastate
His fate could no longer wait

Tears are no longer shed
As his legacy lies on his deathbed
All that has been said
Is now laying face-down dead
                                                                                                                                                                                    -Daniel Gehm