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 hearts rare,
            The near land, the dear land whatever fate,
            The best land, the best land, the Old North State!

(adopted in 1957)

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