John Schumann And The Vagabond Crew - The Gla** on the Bar lyrics

Three bushmen one morning rode up to an inn, And one of them called for the 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 gla** of Three Star. And set down that drink with the rest on the bar. ‘There, that is for Harry,' he said, ‘and it's queer, ‘'Tis the very same gla** that he drank from last year; ‘His name's on the gla**, 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' - And the landlord looked out through the door of 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 gla** as they said, ‘You may put it away, for our old mate is dead;' But one, gazing out o'er the ridges afar, Said, ‘We owe him a shout – leave the gla** on the bar.' They thought of the far-away grave on the plain, They thought of the comrade who came not again, They lifted their gla**es, and sadly they said: ‘We drink to the name of the mate who is dead.' And the sunlight streamed in, and a light like a star Seemed to glow in the depth of the gla** 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 pa** The name of a bushman engraved on the gla**; And though on the shelf but a dozen there are, That gla** never stands with the rest on the bar.