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.
More verses by Henry Lawson
- Rejected
- Johnson, Alias Crow
- Somewhere Up In Queensland
- Give Yourself A Show: New Year's Eve
- To-Morrow