Willy! O 'ell! 'Ere wus a flamin' pill! A moniker that alwus makes me ill. "If it's the same to you, mum," I replies "I answer quicker to the name of… - C. J. Dennis

Now, a woman, she’s a woman. I ’ave fixed that for a cert.
They’re jist as like as rows uv peas from ’at to ’em uv skirt.
An’ then, they’re all so different, yeh find, before yeh’ve done,
The more yeh know uv all uv ’em the less yeh know uv one.

It’s bad enough to be a bloke without one reel close friend;
But when your dog gives you the bird it’s pretty near the end.

It is on record (in a booklet written by Guy Innes) that when Dennis decided to migrate from South Australia he telegraphed his father, "Send ten pounds. Going ", to which appeal the old man promptly replied, "Sending nothing. Go to hell!"