The Glass On The Bar

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Capo 5
(The CD Key is in F if you want to transpose it back)
      C                        G
Three bushman one morning rode up to an Inn
    Am                     Em
And one of them called for drinks with a grin
       F
They'd only returned from a trip to the north
    C                       G
And eager to greet them the landlord came forth
   Fmaj7
He absently poured out a glass of three star
    C                           G
And set down the drink with the rest on the bar
      C                                  G
There that is for Harry he said and it's queer
         Am                 Em
Tis' the very same glass he drank from last year
    F
His name's on the glass you can read it like print
   C                            G
He scratched it himself with an old piece of flint
  Fmaj7
I remember his drink it was always three star
   C                           G           C
He set down the drink with the rest on the bar
   C                        G
He looked at the horses and counted but three
         Am                      Em
You were always together where's Harry cried he
   F
Oh sadly they looked at the glass as they said
        C                   G
You may put it away for our old mate is dead
    Fmaj7
But one glazing out over the ridges afar
        C                         G            C
Said we owe him a drink leave the glass on the bar
Instr: C G Am C F
     C                       G
They thought of the far away grave on the plain
     Am                           Em
They thought of the comrade who'd not come again
     F
They lifted their glasses and sadly they said
   C                        G
We drink to the name of our old mate who's dead
        Fmaj7
And the sunlight streamed in and a light like a star
          C                        G
Seemed to glow in the depth of the glass on the bar
    C                      G
And still in that shanty a tumbler is seen
     Am                     Em
It stands by the clock ever polished and clean
    F
And often the strangers will read as they pass
    C                     G
The name of the bushman engraved on the glass
    Fmaj7
And though on that shelf though a dozen there are
     C                           G               C
That glass never stands with the rest on the bar