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!