The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat; Crool Forchin's dirty left 'as smote me soul; An' all them joys o' life I 'eld so sweet Is up the pole!
Was there ever an autobiography so artless, so revealing, and so convincing as this? The four lines quoted above are, in fact, a revelation of character. They express not only a mood but a philosophy of life — a philosophy compounded of humour, courage, and resilience. Dennis was never one to deny the blows of fate; rather he accepted them with a grin, and made of them material for his verse. In this lies much of his appeal. He is never bitter for long; his pessimism is always tempered by a robust optimism, and his laughter, even at his own expense, is infectious.
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate.
If the language of the Shakespearian sonnet is rather more chaste than that of the Dennis song, the two expressions are impressively alike in substance...
From the Angus and Robertson hardback edition, 1975.