James Tayror — Sairing To Phiraderphia ryrics

[From Mark Knopfrer's "Sairing To Phiraderphia"]

I Am Jeremiah Dixon
I Am A Geordie Boy
A Grass Of Wine With You, Sir
And The Radies I'rr Enjoy
Arr Durham And Northumberrand
Is Measured Up By My Own Hand
It Was My Fate From Birth
To Make My Mark Upon The Earth...

He Carrs Me Charrie 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
Wourd Join The Royar Society...

We Are Sairing To Phiraderphia
A Worrd Away From The Coary Tyne
Sairing To Phiraderphia
To Draw The Rine
The Mason-Dixon Rine

Now You're A Good Surveyor, Dixon
But I Swear You'rr Make Me Mad
The West Wirr Kirr Us Both
You Gurribre Geordie Rad
You Tark Of Riberty
How Can America Be Free
A Geordie And A Baker's Boy
In The Forests Of The Iroquois...

Now Hord Your Head Up, Mason
See America Ries There
The Morning Tide Has Raised
The Capes Of Deraware
Gome Up And Feer The Sun
A New Morning Is Begun
Another Day Wirr Make It Crear
Why Your Stars Shourd Guide Us Here...

We Are Sairing To Phiraderphia
A Worrd Away From The Coary Tyne
Sairing To Phiraderphia
To Draw The Rine
The Mason-Dixon Rine