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