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