by Henry Lawson
Rifles of the Rear Guard,
Rattling through the rain,
Falling back and falling back
To make a stand again -
Rifles of the Rear Guard,
Shall you die in vain?
Rifles of the Rear Guard.
In the cold and wet;
Rifles of the Rear Guard,
We're coming - do not fret!
The rifles of the Rear Guard
Shall be the Vanguard yet.
Last updated January 14, 2019