Devotion, fortitude, discipline? Yes!
They always shine in the perilous press,
Where British soldiers rally.
Shine as bright in the hopeless dark
Of the mad mêlée, though there's none to mark
The scattered wreckage ruddy and stark
Of the last brave stand or sally.
We rejoice to hear, though we knew we should,
Chitral's defenders again made good
The glorious old tradition