Rifles of the Rear Guard,Rattling through the rain,Falling back and falling backTo 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 GuardShall be the Vanguard yet.
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