I love it!  'Ere's a wee dram to ye, lad!

-----Original Message-----
From: Michael H. Collis [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
Sent: Thursday, April 20, 2000 7:51 AM
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: With apologies to Deri! LOL


I couldn't help myself! This is too fummy for me not to share...  Enjoy!



Tony Blair is being shown around a hospital. Towards the end of his
visit, he is shown into a ward with a number of people with no obvious
signs of injury. He goes to greet the first and the chap replies:

    "FAIR fa' your honest 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.".

Tony, somewhat confused, goes 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,
     And sae the Lord be thankit."

The third patient starts rattling off as follows:

    "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 rin an chase thee, Wi murdering pattle!".

Tony turns to the doctor accompanying him and asks, "What sort of ward
is this, is it a mental ward?"

    "No," replies the doctor, "It's the Burns unit."