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1. I am 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.
2. 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.
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We are sailing to Philadelphia,
world away from the coaly Tyne,
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sailing to Philadelphia
to draw the line, the Mason-Dixon Line.
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3. 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?
А Geordie and a baker's boy
in the forests of the Iroquois.
4. 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 is begun,
another day will make it clear,
why your stars should guide us here.
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We are sailing to Philadelphia,
world away from the coaly Tyne,
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sailing to Philadelphia
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to draw the line, the Mason-Dixon Line,
the Mason-Dixon Line
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