Glass on the bar

Lời & hợp âm

[Verse 1]
[D]Thr[A]ee[Bbdim][Bm][G]
[D]Bushmen one morning rode [A]up to an inn
One [Bm]of them ca[Em]lled f[Bm]or
[F#m]drinks with a grin
He'd [G]only returned from a trip to the
North
And [D]eager to greet them,
the land[A]lord [Asus4]came forth
[A]He abs[G]ently poured out a
glass of three -star
And [D]set down the drink with
the [A]rest on [Asus4]the bar[A]
There [D]that is for
Harry, he [A]said, and it's queer
It's the [Bm]very same glass
He [F#m]drank from last year
His [G]name's on the glass
You can read it like print
He [D]scratched it himself
with an [A]old piece of flint
I remem[G]ber his drink
It was always three -star
And [D]sit down to drink with
[A]the rest on the [D]bus
He looked at the horses
and [A]counted but three
You [Bm]were always together, whereas
[F#m]Harry cried he
[G]Sadly they looked with
the glasses they said
He may [D]put it away for our [A]old mate,
he's dead
The [G]one gazing out over ridges afar
Said we [D]owe him a drink,
leave [A]the glass on the [D]bar[A][Bbdim][Bm][G]
He [D]thought of the faraway
[A]grave on the plain
He [Bm]thought of the comrade,
did [F#m]not come again
They [G]lifted their glasses
and sadly they said,
We [D]drink to the name of
our [A]old man's dead.
And the [G]sunlight streamed in,
A light like a star,
Seemed to [D]glow in the depth
of [A]the glass on the bar.
And [D]still in that shanty,
a [A]tumbler is seen
Stand[Bm]s by the clock,
ever pol[F#m]ished and clean
And [G]often the strangers read as they pass
The [D]name of the bushman en
[A]graved on the glass
Though [G]on that shelf,
though a dozen there are
That [D]glass never stands with the rest
on the [D]bar