Slapandergosheka
What would my mother say to me,
If I should come home with Big Billy?
ChorusSlap-poo, slap-e-ter, Slap-an-der-go-she-ka, slap-poo!I'd tell her to go and hold her tongue, For she did the same when she was young. Oh, have you got lady, a daughter so fine, That's fit for a sailor who's just crossed the line? I'm tanned from the tropics and sailed from afar, My jacket is greasy and covered with tar. I smell of bilge water pumped out in Hong Kong, But give us your flipper and help me along. Your daughter, I've heard is some dame on the street; I've come for to ask, what's the chances to meet?
Source: Frederick Pease Harlow, Chanteying Aboard American Ships
A capstan shanty with a nonsense chorus, noted by Frederick Pease Harlow from his time aboard American ships. The song was also mentioned in an 1869 article in Chambers’s Journal, where the chorus “Slapandergosheka” was described as being repeated at the end of every line, addressed to “all you ladies now on land.”