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-