America - Sailing To Philadelphia Lyrics
I am Jeremiah DixonI am a Geordie boyA glass of wine with you, sirAnd the ladies I'll enjoyAll Durham and NorthumberlandIs measured up by my own handIt was my fate from birthTo make my mark upon the earthHe calls me Charlie MasonA stargazer am IIt seems that I was bornTo chart the evening skyThey'd cut me out for baking breadBut I had other dreams insteadThis baker's boy from the West CountryWould join the Royal SocietyWe are sailing to PhiladelphiaA world away from the Coaly TyneSailing to Philadelphia to draw the lineThe Mason-Dixon lineNow you're a good surveyor, DixonBut I swear you'll make me madThe west will kill us bothYou gullible Geordie ladYou talk of libertyHow can America be free?A Geordie and a baker's boyIn the forest of the IroquoisAnd now hold your head up, MasonSee America lies thereThe morning tide has raisedThe capes of DelawareCome up and feel the sunA new morning has begunAnother day will make it clearWhy your stars should guide us hereWe are sailing to PhiladelphiaA world away from the Coaly TyneSailing to Philadelphia to draw the lineThe Mason-Dixon line, the Mason-Dixon line
