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