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Nickname, The Old North State or The Tar Heel State
In 1629, King Charles I of England
"erected into a province," all the land from Albemarle Sound
on the north to the St. John's River on the south, which he
directed should be called Carolina. The word Carolina is
from the word Carolus, the Latin form of Charles.
When Carolina was divided in 1710,
the southern part was called South Carolina and the
northern, or older settlement, North Carolina. From this
came the nickname the "Old North State." Historians have
recorded that the principle products during the early
history of North Carolina were "tar, pitch, and turpentine."
It was during one of the fiercest battles of the War Between
the States, so the story goes, that the column supporting
the North Carolina troops was driven from the field. After
the battle the North Carolinians, who had successfully
fought it out alone, were greeted from the passing derelict
regiment with the question: "Any more tar down in the Old
North State, boys?" Quick as a flash came the answer: "No,
not a bit, old Jeff's bought it all up." "Is that so; what
is he going to do with it?" was asked. "He's going to put on
you-un's heels to make you stick better in the next fight."
Creecy relates that General Lee, upon hearing of the
incident, said: "God bless the Tar Heel boys," and from that
they took the name (Adapted from Grandfather Tales of
North Carolina by R.B. Creecy and Histories of North
Carolina Regiments, Vol. III, by Walter Clark).
The Tar Heel Toast
The following toast was officially
adopted as the State Toast of North Carolina by the General Assembly of
1957.
(Session Laws, 1957,
c. 777).
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 hearts rare,
The near land, the dear land, whatever fate,
The blest land, the best land, the Old North State!
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