Rifles of the Rear Guard, <br />Rattling through the rain, <br />Falling back and falling back <br />To make a stand again – <br />Rifles of the Rear Guard, <br />Shall you die in vain? <br /> <br />Rifles of the Rear Guard. <br />In the cold and wet; <br />Rifles of the Rear Guard, <br />We’re coming – do not fret! <br />The rifles of the Rear Guard <br />Shall be the Vanguard yet.<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-roumania/
