Back in 1889 a regiment was born And her mounted troopers Rode in sunshine and in storm From Betchualaland to the mighty Zambezi Known by many names she was the BSAP Come ye troopers of old Wherere ye may be Drink a century toast to the BSAP And well sing a couple of bars Of the good old kum a kye song To the BSAP and the Regiment lives on ! She has served in war and peace Had glory and has bled A multi sided role in a land where she was bred The guardian of the country she was always there Like the trooper that was moulded on the Morris Depot Square Come ye troopers of old Wherere ye may be Drink a century toast to the BSAP And well sing a couple of bars Of the good old kum a kye song To the BSAP and the Regiment lives on ! Old black boots name our chum Reservists may grow old And far to many have done their very last patrol Last bobby on his beat, last airman in the sky Last B girl on the radio the Legend cannot die Come ye troopers of old Wherere ye may be Drink a century toast to the BSAP And well sing a couple of bars Of the good old kum a kye song To the BSAP and the Regiment lives on ! At the outposts of the world The regiment lives on In the land of the Silver Fern, Australia and Hong Kong In Britains misty Isle beneath American skies In Africa her birthplace the spirit never dies Come ye troopers of old Wherere ye may be Drink a century toast to the BSAP And well sing a couple of bars Of the good old kum a kye song To the BSAP and the Regiment lives on ! To the BSAP and the Regiment lives on ! To the BSAP and the Regiment lives on ! [Lyrics transcribed by The Ghost of Ian Smith in June of 2019]
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