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I am 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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A 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 forests 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 has 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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A Mason-Dixon Line |