Twain on the Murray I wish that Time could bring again To Letters—and so give to Art— The healthy humour of Mark Twain, The kindly scamps of poor Bret Harte! —Henry Lawson, 1908 Off the plank of the Warrimoo, Stepped Samuel Clemens’ polished shoe, Daughter Clara, arm and arm, His first impressions of Sydney’s charm— An English city with American trimming, Vast cow-kingdom with wattles brimming, Rabbits, sheep-dip, ladies dressed fine, But I never saw a blackfellow the entire time. Way down upon the Murray River, Surely shall we roam, God made the harbor, but Satan made Sydney, Mark Twain…