Darien - Battlefield Band

God preserve us, Provost Anderson

From this burning black disaster

For the justice o the Lord is hard tae thole

He has wreaked an awful vengeance

On our wild and reckless schemes

His mighty finger flicks

And scatters dreams afore his mocking gaze

For Darien, Darien

Darien is dead

The city’s in a turmoil

There’s a whirlwind o rumour

And there’s panic in the eyes o Christian men

This thunderbolt is quakin'

Every corner o the land

And honst guidmen wring their hands

And raise thir faces heavenwards

For Darien, Darien

Darien is dead

We trusted you, John Anderson

And aw your wealthy freends

All your fine words

We’ve done danced aboot oor ears

Like a snowdrift in the desert

They are vanished in the void

It’s a sair and bitter harvest

That has brought us tae oor knees

Two thousand souls departed

A nation’s dream is gone

And King William’s loyal minions watched it die

And every wave from here tae there

Another penny gone

The coffers of auld Scotland

Are bled dry and hope is barren now

(For Darien) The new world beckoned us

(Darien) There is no second chance

(Darien is dead) We ventured into Panama

With heart and not with head

(Darien) We trusted Providence

(Darien) It has abandoned us

Now Darien is dead

Darien is dead

Darien is dead

Darien is dead

Darien is dead