Smith-With-A-Hi

Signing on in the Emerald Isle Up comes a bloke in shellback style, All fish hooks spunyarn and Stockholm tar, Fist like a block and wrist like a spar, And he shifts his quid and he says to the clerk, “I ain’t no scholar; I makes my mark; but I spells my name with a Hi,” Says he, “I spells my name with a Hi!” “There’s lots o’ monikers twice as fancy, Such as Fitzmedoodles and Montmorency; There’s plenty as there’s a grander sound with, An’ chaps that’s got ‘em I wouldn’t be found with I was shipmates once with a bloke called Percy De Burgh de Bewfort de Lordamercy, And I give you my word at sailorisin’ He was no more use than a jug o’ pisin So write me Smith with a Hi,” Says he, “Just write me down with a Hi!” “It’s a name as ‘as served me near and far, From the Tail o’ the Bank to Astoria Bar; It’s a name as I’ve carried both far and near, From old Point Lynas to Sandridge Pier, And I’ve got no use for, I don’t give a darn For your y’s amidship an’ e’s astern, Nor yet no siphons nor nothink o’ that; I spells myself with a Hi - that’s flat. I’m just plain Smith with a Hi,” Says he, “You write me down with a Hi!”