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