Canonical poem · POEM-000732

To Roumania

Henry Lawson · 1916

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.