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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 
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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