Lee Kernaghan - The Glass On The Bar

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

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
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

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
The Glass on the Bar - John Schumann & the Vagabond Crew

From the Lawson Album, which features reformations of both the Dingoes and Redgum. Listening to the album will remind you of what it means to be Australian.

Lee Kernaghan