>patients with no obvious sign of injury or illness and greets one.
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>The patient replies:
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>"Fair fa your honest sonsie face,
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>Great chieftain o the puddin race,
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>Aboon them a ye take yer place,
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>Painch, tripe or thairm,
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>As langs my airm."
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>Blair is confused, so he just grins and moves on to the next patient.
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>The patient responds:
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>"Some hae meat an canna eat,
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> And some wad eat that want it,
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> But we hae meat an we can eat,
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> So let the Lord be thankit."
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>Even more confused, and his grin now rictus-like, the PM moves on to the
>next patient, who immediately begins to chant:
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>"Wee sleekit, cowerin, timrous beasty,
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> O the panic in thy breasty,
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> Thou needna start awa sae hastie,
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> Wi bickering brattle."
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>Now seriously troubled, Blair turns to the accompanying doctor and asks
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>"Is this a psychiatric ward?"
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>"No," replies the doctor,
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>"this is the serious Burns unit."
