Othello! Othello!
You vibrant young fellow!
Let all your troubles give way.
If you grow mellow,
I will turn yellow,
And die before my wedding day.
The cowards of Venice,
Know of no menace
Beyond the eels on their shores.
In Love’s Hall of Fame,
You’ll write your name,
As you club all the eels
And make love to the whores.
Othello! Othello!
Put Hell in your hello!
Know the innocent cling
To finer young masters,
Some killers, some fasters,
But of you they all will sing,
All Venice, of you, will sing.
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