A VIP was being shown round an Edinburgh hospital. Towards the end of his visit he was shown to a ward of patients with no obvious signs of injury.
Greeting the patient in the first bed the chap replies
“Fair fa’ your honest sonsie face. Great chieftain o’ the puddin’ race.”
Being somewhat confused the VIP grins and moves on to the next patient and greets him. The patient replies
“Some hae meat, and canna eat. And some wad eat that want it. But we hae meat, and we can eat. Sae the Lord be thankit.”
The next patient starts rattling off as follows
“Wee sleek it, cow’ in, timorous wee beastie, O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty, wi bickering brattle!”
The VIP turned to the doctor accompanying him and asks “Is this the psychiatric ward”
“No,” replies the doctor, “It’s the serious Burns unit.”
