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