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The Glass on the Bar – by Henry Lawson

18/02/2017 By Moya Sharp 3 Comments

The Glass on the Bar

Three bushmen one morning rode up to an inn,
And one of them called for the 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 that drink with the rest on the bar.

`There, that is for Harry,’ he said, `and it’s queer,
‘Tis the very same glass that 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’ –
And the landlord looked out through the door of 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, gazing out o’er the ridges afar,
Said, `We owe him a shout -leave the glass on the bar.’

They thought of the far-away grave on the plain,
They thought of the comrade who came not again,
They lifted their glasses, and sadly they said:
`We drink to the name of the mate who is 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 a bushman engraved on the glass;
And though on the shelf but a dozen there are,
That glass never stands with the rest on the bar.

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Moya Sharp

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My name is Moya Sharp, I live in Kalgoorlie Western Australia and have worked most of my adult life in the history/museum industry. I have been passionate about history for as long as I can remember and in particular the history of my adopted home the Eastern Goldfields of Western Australia. Through my website I am committed to providing as many records and photographs free to any one who is interested in the family and local history of the region.
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  1. Robert Witt says

    18/02/2017 at 5:01 pm

    another great poem,!!

    Reply
  2. Benn Lee says

    02/01/2018 at 8:02 pm

    Who painted this pocture, do you know?

    Reply
    • Moya Sharp says

      03/01/2018 at 8:15 am

      Hi Ben I think it may be Alan Lindsay!

      Reply

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