| Summary: | "From thy prairies broad and fertile, / Where thy snow-white cotton shines, / To the hills where coal and iron / Hide in thine exhaustless / mines, / Stong-armed miners - sturdy / farmers; / Loyal hearts whate'er we be, / Alabama, Alabama, / We will aye be true to thee! / From thy quarries where the / marble / White as that of Paros gleams / Waiting till thy sculptor's chisel, / Wake to life thy poet's / dreams; / For not only wealth of nature, / Wealth of mind hast thou / to fee, / Alabama, Alabama, / We will aye be true to thee! / From State Song by Miss Julia S. Tutwiler."
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