Sailing To Philadelphia
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 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
The
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
Gome Up And
Feel The Sun
A New
Morning Is 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
The Mason-Dixon Line
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