You have to be of a certain age to remember “The Ballad of Davy Crockett,” where the frontiersman “raised in the woods so he knew (“know’d”) every tree” is remembered in song because he “kilt him a b’ar when he was only three.”

It’s myth-building of the sort that the self-mythologizing, tall-tale-telling Tennessean might have endorsed himself.

There is no “ballad” in the indie historical drama titled “The Ballad of Davy Crockett.” There isn’t much in the way of myth, either. And as for history?

Well, as writer-director Derek Estlin Purvis parks Crockett in Washington with his hated foe Andrew Jackson endorsing the “Indian Removal Act” of 1830 (Crockett fought it from the start) calling for the “extinction” of Natives in “the “Continental Congress,” whilst his wife Polly (died 1815) turns sick and relies their two little boys to keep them alive back home in Tennessee, we know SOMEbody slept through history class.

Purvis has Jackson (Edward Finlay, a dead ringer) refer to “colonies” when “territories” is what they were called before admission to the Union. Purvis cast, according to IMDB, an actor to play Daniel Boone — the pioneer and the frontiersman never met, and if he’s in the final cut of the movie, I missed him .

One suspects our writer-director limited his historical research to a brief stop to gas up at the Davy Crockett Travel Center in Morristown, Tennessee, because a trip to the Davy Crockett Restaurant in Gatlinburg was, um, too far out of the way.

This tone deaf “Ballad” follows Davy’s urgent trek home when word of his wife’s illness reaches him in Washington, apparently BEFORE he was elected to Congress, as he decides to run in the film’s finale.

Davy, played with youthful vigor and not much presence by Brit-actor and “Chronicles of Narnia” alumnus William Moseley, loses his horse when wolves attack and magically finds another, who doesn’t know Davy shot his last ride and listens when Davy assures him “You will find me.”

He intervenes in a tribal squabble aimed at killing one Native man (Gray Wolf Herrera) and arrives too late to keep his cabin from being burned, his sick but defiant wife (Valerie Jane Parker) turned out and his little boys (Wyatt Parker and Nico Tirozzi) seized for indentured servitude by a British Great Northwest Fur Trading Company boss.

Um, “‘Great Northwest ‘where?”

Caleb, in top hat, fur coat and ill temper, is played by the film’s lone saving grace, the great Colm Meaney.

“I will have my pound of flesh!”

“Ballad” is pretty bad. But not everything else is rubbish. The locations are scenic and the rustic touches authentic enough, if a tad tidy for the grubby, unwashed erea.

The fights start out realistic and lurch into “tall tale” exploits.

But again, there’s no jaunty/folksy “music” to this ballad, precious little myth and damned near nothing that could pass for “fun” or accurate history.

No ballad? No coonskin cap? No Davy Crockett, even if he refers to himself as “King of the Wild Frontier.”

While one doffs one’s (not coonskin) hat at anyone trying to make a frontier thriller on an indie budget, this “Ballad” borders on abominable.

Rating:unrated, violence

Cast: William Mosely, Valerie Jane Parker, Gray Wolf Herrera, Wyatt Parker, Edward Finlay and Colm Meaney

Credits: Scripted and directed by Derek Estlin Purvis. An Amazon Prime release.

Running time: 1:37