To Roumania

Henry Lawson, 1916

      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.