The Glass On The Bar chords by John Schumann And The Vagabond Crew

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Intro:

    A          B7             E             A        A

Verse 1:

      E                           B
Three bushman one morning    rode up to an Inn
    C#m                            A
and one of them called out     for drinks with a grin
       E                       B
They'd only returned    from a trip to the North
     F#m                        A
and, eager to greet them    the landlord came forth
            B7           E               A         A
He absently poured out a glass of ‘Three Star’
       E                               B                 B
And he set down that drink    with the rest on the bar

Verse 2:

 E                           B
“That one’s for Harry”    he said,   “And it's queer
         C#m                        A
‘tis the very same glass    that he drank from last year
    E                              B
His name's on the glass    you can read it like print
   F#m                             A
He scratched it himself    with an old piece of flint
               B7             E             A        A
I remember his drink   it was always ‘Three Star’ “
        E                                  B
And the Landlord looked out    through the door of the bar
     F#m       A              B7            E

Verse 3:

   E                           B
He looked at the horses    and counted but three
          C#m                        A
“You were always together,   where's Harry”?,  cried he
   E                           B
Oh sadly they looked    at the glass as they said,
         F#m                    A
“You may put it away    for our old mate is dead”
               B7             E        A    A
But one gazing out   o’er the ridges a-far
           E                             B                  B
Said,  “We owe him a shout,    leave his glass on the bar”

Verse 4:

         E                          B
And they thought of the far away    grave on the plain
     C#m                           A
They thought of the comrade    who came not again
         E                           B
and they lifted their glasses    and sadly they said
    F#m                        A
“We drink to the name   of our mate who is dead”
                 B7                   E            A      A
And the sunlight streamed in    and a light like a star
          E                           B
Seemed to glow in the depth    of the glass on the bar
    F#m        A              B7            E

Verse 5:

    E                         B
And still in that shanty    a tumbler is seen
   C#m                         A
It stands by the clock    ever polished and clean
    E                          B
And often the strangers   will read as they pass
    F#m                      A
The name of the bushman    engraved on the glass
                  B7              E           A     A
And though on the shelf     but a dozen there are
     E                              B
That glass never stands    with the rest on the bar
        A        B7                   E            A     A
And the sunlight streamed in    and a light like a star
          E                           B
Seemed to glow in the depth    of the glass on the bar
    F#m        A              B7            E