Here’s to the land of the longleaf pine
The summer land where the sun doth shine
Where the weak grow strong and the strong grow great
Here’s to “Down Home,” the Old North State!
Here’s to the land of the cotton bloom white
Where the scuppernong perfumes the breeze at night
Where the soft southern moss and jessamine matе
‘Neath the murmuring pines of thе Old North State!
Here’s to the land where the galax grows
Where the rhododendron’s rosette glows
Where soars Mount Mitchell’s summit great
In the “Land of the Sky,” in the Old North State!
Here’s to the land where the maidens are fair
Where friends are true and cold hearts are rare
The near land, the dear land, whatever our fate
The best land, the blessed land, the Old North State!
The blessed land, the best land, the Old North State!
The blessed land, the best land, the Old North State!