[Loch-ruadh] Fw: OT -- Joke for Friday

[STEVE K ROURKE]

> An English doctor is being shown around a Scottish hospital during the
Great
> War.  At the end of his visit, he is shown into a ward with a number of
> patients who show no obvious signs of injury.
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> 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."
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> The Englishman, 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."
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> 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!"
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> "Well," the Englishman mutters to his Scottish colleague, "I see you saved
> the psychiatric ward for the last."
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> "Nay, nay," the Scottish doctor corrected him,
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> *****ready for it*****??
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> "this is the Serious Burns unit."
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