Sailing to Philadelphia

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
 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, the Mason-Dixon line
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 Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon
 But I swear you 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 forest of the Iroquois
 And 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, the Mason-Dixon line
 The Mason-Dixon line