sailing to philadelphia
america
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
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
now you're a good surveyor
but i swear you'll make me mad
the west will kill us both
a geordie and a baker's boy
in the forest of the iroquois. now hold your head up
the morning tide has raised
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