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