I

am

Je-

re-

mi-

ah

Di-

xon,

I

am

a

Geor-

die

boy.

Glass

of

wine

with

you

sir

and

the

la-

dies

I'll

enj

oy

all

Dur-

ham

and

North-

um-

ber-

land

is

mea-

sured

up

by

my

own

hand

It

was

my

fate

from

birth

to

make

my

mark

up-

on

the

earth

He

calls

me

Char-

lie

Ma-

son,

a

star-

gaz-

er

am

I

It

seems

that

I

was

born

to

chart

the

eve-

ning

sky

They'd

cut

me

out

for

ba-

king

bread

But

I

had

o-

ther

dreams

in-

stead

This

ba-

ker's

boy

from

the

west

coun-

try

Would

join

the

Roy-

al

So-

ci-

e-

ty

We

are

sail-

ing

to

Phil-

a-

del-

phi-

a

A

world

a-

way

from

the

coa-

ly

Tyne

Sail-

ing

to

Phil-

a-

del-

phi-

a

To

draw

the

line

The

Ma-

son

Dix-

on

Line

Now

you're

a

good

sur-

vey-

or

Dix-

on,

but

I

swear

you'll

make

me

mad

The

West

will

kill

us

both,

you

gul-

li-

ble

Geor-

die

lad

You

talk

of

li-

ber-

ty

How

can

A-

mer-

i-

ca

be

free

A

Geor-

die

and

a

ba-

ker's

boy

In

the

for-

ests

of

the

I-

ro-

quois

Now

hold

your

head

up,

Ma-

son

See

Am-

e-

ri-

ca

lies

there

The

mor-

ning

tide

has

raised

the

capes

of

De-

la-

ware

Come

up

and

fee

the

sun

A

new

mor-

ning

is

be-

gun

A-

no-

ther

day

will

make

it

clear

Why

your

star

should

guide

us

here

We

are

sail-

ing

to

Phil-

a-

del-

phi-

a

A

world

a-

way

from

the

coa-

ly

Tyne

Sail-

ing

to

Phil-

a-

del-

phi-

a

To

draw

the

line

The

Ma-

son

Dix-

on

Line

The

Ma-

son

Dix-

on

Line