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"сердце Дикси" (Heart of Dixie), "штат камелии" (Camellia
State), "штат ящериц" (Lizard State).
Alabama has been known as the “Yellowhammer State” since the Civil War.
The yellowhammer nickname was applied to the Confederate soldiers from
Alabama when a company of young cavalry soldiers from Huntsville, under
the command of Rev. D.C. Kelly, arrived at Hopkinsville, KY, where Gen.
Forrest's troops were stationed. The officers and men of the Huntsville
company wore fine, new uniforms, whereas the soldiers who had long been
on the battlefields were dressed in faded, worn uniforms. On the sleeves,
collars and coattails of the new calvary troop were bits of brilliant
yellow cloth. As the company rode past Company A , Will Arnett cried out
in greeting "Yellowhammer, Yellowhammer, flicker, flicker!"
The greeting brought a roar of laughter from the men and from that moment
the Huntsville soldiers were spoken of as the "yellowhammer company."
The term quickly spread throughout the Confederate Army and all Alabama
troops were referred to unofficially as the "Yellowhammers."
source: http://www.archives.state.al.us/emblems/st_bird.html
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Бирмингем, население 184,413; Мобайл, население 200,521; Монтгомери,
население 177,875. В Алабаме, хлопковом штате, превалирует теплый летний
климат. Здесь можно прекрасно проводить время, плавая, катаясь на лодке
или ловя рыбу в районе северных озер около Мобил. Хотя Алабама является
сельскохозяйственным штатом, в крупных центрах находятся предприятия текстильной,
стале-перерабатывающей и легкой промышленности. Здесь также добывают уголь. |
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Alabama
Written by Julia S. Tutwiler
Composed by Edna Gockel Gussen
Alabama, Alabama, We will aye be true to thee,
From thy Southern shores where groweth,
By the sea thy orange tree.
To thy Northern vale where floweth,
Deep blue the Tennessee,
Alabama, Alabama, we will aye be true to thee!
Broad thy stream whose name thou bearest;
Grand thy Bigbee rolls along;
Fair thy Coosa-Tallapoosa
Bold thy Warrior, dark and strong,
Goodlier than the land that Moses
Climbed lone Nebo's Mount to see,
Alabama, Alabama, we will aye be true to thee!
From thy prairies broad and fertile,
Where thy snow-white cotton shines,
To the hills where coal and iron
Hide in thy exausted mines,
Strong -armed miners -sturdy farmers;
Loyal hearts what'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'ss chisel,
Wake to life thy poet's dreams;
Fear not only wealth of nature,
Wealth of mind has no fee,
Alabama, Alabama, we will aye be true to thee!
Where the perfumed south-wind whispers,
Thy magnolia groves among,
Softer than a mother's kisses,
Sweeter than a mother's song,
Where the golden jasmine trailing,
Woos the treasure-laden bee,
Alabama, Alabama, we will aye be true to thee!
Brave and pure thy men and women,
Better this than corn and wine
Make us worthy, God in Heaven
Of this goodly land of Thine.
Hearts as open as thy doorways.
Liberal hands and spirits free.
Alabama, Alabama, we will aye be true to thee!
Little, little can I give thee,
Alabama, mother mine.
But that little - hand, brain, spirit.
All I have and am are thine.
Take, O take, the gift and giver.
Take and serve thyself with me.
Alabama, Alabama, we will aye be true to thee!
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