Sailing To Philadelphia
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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,
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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,
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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 ?
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A 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.
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Come up and feel the sun, a new morning is begun,
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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 to draw the line,
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the Mason - Dixon Line, the Mason -Dixon Line
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(capo 2nd)