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

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