The Old North State | State Song
The Tar Heel Toast
"The Old North State" | State Song
Carolina! Carolina! Heaven's blessings attend her!
While we live we will cherish, protect and defend her,
Tho' the scorner may sense at and wittings defame her,
Still our hearts swell with gladness whenever we name her.
Hurrah! Hurrah! The Old North State forever!
Hurrah! Hurrah! The good Old North State!
Tho' she envies not others, their merited glory;
Say whose name stands the foremost, in Liberty's story;
Tho' too true to herself e'er to crouch to oppression;
Who can yield to just rule a more loyal submission?
Hurrah! Hurrah! The Old North State forever!
Hurrah! Hurrah! The good Old North State!
Plain and artless her sons, but whose doors open faster
At the knock of a stranger, or the tale of disaster.
How like the rudeness of the dear native mountains,
With rich ore in their bosoms and life in their fountains;
Hurrah! Hurrah! The Old North State forever!
Hurrah! Hurrah! The good Old North State!
And her daughters, the Queen or the forest resembling
So graceful, so constant, yet the gentlest breath trembling.
And true lightwood at heart, let the match be applied them,
How they kindle and flame! Oh! none know but who've tried them.
Hurrah! Hurrah! the Old North State forever!
Hurrah! Hurrah! The good Old North State!
Then let all those who love us, love the land that we live in;
As happy a region as on this side of heaven;
Where plenty and peace, love and joy smile before us;
Raise aloud, raise together the heart thrilling chorus.
Hurrah! Hurrah! The Old North State forever!
Hurrah! Hurrah! The good Old North State!
Officially adopted as the song of the State of North Carolina by the General Assembly of 1927
Written by William Gaston
Composed by Mrs. E.E. Randolph
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"The Tar Heel Toast"
Here's to the land of the long leaf 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 mate,
'Neath the murmuring pines of the 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 maidens are fair;
Where friends are true and cold heart is rare,
The near land, the dear land, whatever fate,
The blessed land, the best land, the Old North State!
Officially adopted as the State Toast of North Carolina by the General Assembly of 1957
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