Give me blinkers, to save me from starting;
The knife that I thought that I saw
Was naught but my eye, Betty Martin.
Now o'er this terrestrial hive
A life paralytic is spread;
For while the one half is alive,
The other is sleepy and dead.
King Duncan, in grand majesty,
Has got my state-bed for a snooze;
I've lent him my slippers, so I