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Introdução:
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Jeremiah Dixon I am a Geordie boy A glass of wine with you, sir And the
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ladies I'll enjoy All Durham and Northumberland Is measured up by my own
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hand It was my fate from birth To make my mark upon the earth
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He calls me Charlie Mason A stargazer am I It seems that I was born
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To chart the evening sky They'd cut me out for baking bread
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But I had other dreams instead This baker's boy from the west country
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Would join the Royal Society...
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We are sailing to Philadelphia
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A world away from the coaly Tyne
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Sailing to Philadelphia
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To draw the line
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A Mason-Dixon Line
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Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon But I swear you'll make me mad
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The West will kill us both You gullible Geordie lad You talk of liberty
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How can America be free A Geordie and a baker's boy
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In the forests of the Iroquois...
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Now hold your head up, Mason See America lies there
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The morning tide has raised The capes of Delaware Come up and feel the
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sun A new morning has begun Another day will make it clear
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Why your stars should guide us here...
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We are sailing to Philadelphia
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A world away from the coaly Tyne
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Sailing to Philadelphia
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To draw the line
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A Mason-Dixon Line
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