visit, he is shown into a ward with a number of patients who show no obvious
signs of injury.He goes to examine the first man he sees, and the man
proclaims: "Fair fa' yer sonsie face, Great chieftain e' the puddin' race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place, painch tripe or thairm: Weel are ye wordy
o' a grace as lang's my arm."
The Englishman, being somewhat taken aback, goes to the next patient, and
immediately the patient launches into: "Some hae meat, and canna eat, And
some wad eat that want it, But we hae meat and we can eat, And sae the Lord
be thankit."
This continues with the next patient: "Wee sleekit cow'rin tim'rous
beastie, O what a panic's in thy breastie!Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi bickering brattle I wad be laith to run and chase thee, Wi murdering
prattle!"
"Well," said the Englishman to his Scottish colleague, "I see you saved the
psychiatric ward for the last."
"Nay, nay," the Scottish doctor corrected him, "this is the Serious Burns
Unit."
