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 a 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   A Mason-Dixon line      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   A Geordie and a baker's boy   In the forests of the Iroquois      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   A Mason-Dixon line   A Mason-Dixon line