A Scots doctor is showing a visiting English colleague around a Scottish hospital. At the end of the tour they enter a ward with a number of patients who show no signs of injury. The Englishman goes to examine the first man he sees, and the man proclaims: "Fair fa' yer honest sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin' race!". The doctor, somewhat taken aback, goes to the next patient, who immediately 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." The next patient sits up and declaims: "Wee sleekit cow'rin tim'rous beastie, O what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, wi' bickering bl'attle. I wad be laith to run and chase hee, wi' murdering prattle." "Well," says the English doctor to his Scottish friend, "I see you saved the psychiatric ward for the last." "No, no" the Scottish doctor corrects him, "This is the Serious Burns Unit."
