Back in 1889
A regiment was born
And her mounted troopers rode in sunshine
And in storm
From Bechualaland
To the mighty Zambezi
Known by many names she was the
BSAP

Come ye troopers of old
Where'er ye may be
Drink a century toast
To the BSAP
And we’ll 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
Where’re ye may be
Drink a century toast to the
BSAP
And we’ll 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 too might 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
Where’re ye may be
Drink a century toast to the
BSAP
And we’ll 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 Britain’s misty Isle
Beneath American skies
In Africa her birthplace
The spirit never dies

Come ye troopers of old
Where’re ye may be
Drink a century toast to the
BSAP
And we’ll 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