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Three Cbushman one morning rode Gup to an Inn
And Amone of them called for Emdrinks with a grin
They'd Fonly returned from a trip to the north
And Ceager to greet them the Glandlord came forth
He Fmaj7absently poured out a glass of three star
And Cset down the drink with the Grest on the bar
There Cthat is for Harry he said and it's Gqueer
Tis' the Amvery same glass he Emdrank from last year
His Fname's on the glass you can read it like print
He Cscratched it himself with an Gold piece of flint
I Fmaj7remember his drink it was always three star
He Cset down the drink with the Grest on the Cbar
He Clooked at the horses and Gcounted but three
You were Amalways together where's EmHarry cried he
Oh Fsadly they looked at the glass as they said
You may Cput it away for our Gold mate is dead
But Fmaj7one glazing out over the ridges afar
Said we Cowe him a drink leave the Gglass on the Cbar
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They Cthought of the far away Ggrave on the plain
They Amthought of the comrade who'd Emnot come again
They Flifted their glasses and sadly they said
We Cdrink to the name of our Gold mate who's dead
And the Fmaj7sunlight streamed in and a light like a star
Seemed to Cglow in the depth of the Gglass on the bar
And Cstill in that shanty a Gtumbler is seen
It stAmands by the clock ever Empolished and clean
And Foften the strangers will read as they pass
The Cname of the bushman enGgraved on the glass
And Fmaj7though on that shelf though a dozen there are
That Cglass never stands with the Grest on the bar C
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