Since the Shakspere’s coming in my head, I’m like Othello, too,
The victim of my jealous fears, I don’t know what to do;
Desdemona lost his handkerchief—that wasn’t much to lose;
But ’Tilda took my ’bacca-box, my shirts, and Sunday shoes,
Now I stray all the day, from the gay far away.
But fretting won’t do, &c.
CONTENTS
OF
Beadle’s Dime Military Song Book
AND SONGS FOR THE WAR.