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.