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“The Canoe Fight of Sam Dale” retells one of the most famous frontier legends of the early American South, drawn from the real-life exploits of Sam Dale, a Mississippi Territory scout during the Creek War of 1813–1814. According to long-standing accounts, Dale and a small party were attacked on the Alabama River and forced into close combat canoe-to-canoe, fighting hand-to-hand against overwhelming odds. title: The Canoe Fight of Sam Dale style: bluegrass frontier ballad [verse] Down by Randon’s Creek one morn’, Where the Alabama bends, The river ran both wide and worn, Through cypress knees and wind. Old Sam Dale and eight brave men Set out to scout the shore, They heard the paddles flash again — Eleven Red Sticks more. [chorus] Hold that river, hold that line, Let courage stand the test of time. When steel meets blood and faith won’t fail, You’ll hear the name of Sam Dale. Through storm and shot and cannon hail, The river keeps his tale — Of the men who fought on the Alabama, And the name of Sam Dale! [verse] Two canoes met midstream wide, Where the brown waves twist and reel, No time for shot, they side by side, Went to work with knife and steel. Dale swung hard, the paddle broke, The creek men closed in fast, But he fought them down stroke by stroke, Till none were left at last. [chorus] Hold that river, hold that line, Let courage stand the test of time. When the wild runs red and the strong turn pale, They’ll still cry out for Sam Dale. Through thunder, smoke, and musket hail, The Alabama wails — For the men who fought in a blood-red boat, And the name of Sam Dale! [bridge] Now legends rise from mud and foam, From hearts that never yield, No court or crown could call them home, They carved their truth in steel. The river keeps its whisper low, For heroes seldom pale — Just men who stood where wild winds blow, And men like Sam Dale. [final chorus] Hold that river, hold that line, Where honor meets the flow of time. When courage rides and fear turns frail, They’ll sing the name — Sam Dale! Through storm and shot and cannon hail, The Alabama hails — The man who fought in a blood-red boat, And the name of Sam Dale!