The Glass On The Bar

(The CD Key is in if you want to transpose it back) Three bushman one morning rode up to an Inn And one of them called for drinks with a grin They'd only returned from a trip to the north And eager to greet them the landlord came forth He absently poured out a glass of three star And set down the drink with the rest on the bar There that is for Harry he said and it's queer Tis' the very same glass he drank from last year His name's on the glass you can read it like print He scratched it himself with an old piece of flint I remember his drink it was always three star He set down the drink with the rest on the bar He looked at the horses and counted but three You were always together where's Harry cried he Oh sadly they looked at the glass as they said You may put it away for our old mate is dead But one glazing out over the ridges afar Said we owe him a drink leave the glass on the bar Instr: They thought of the far away grave on the plain They thought of the comrade who'd not come again They lifted their glasses and sadly they said We drink to the name of our old mate who's dead And the sunlight streamed in and a light like a star Seemed to glow in the depth of the glass on the bar And still in that shanty a tumbler is seen It stands by the clock ever polished and clean And often the strangers will read as they pass The name of the bushman engraved on the glass And though on that shelf though a dozen there are That glass never stands with the rest on the bar