If it's no Scottish, it's CRAP!
Tony Blair is visiting an Edinburgh hospital. He enters a ward full of patients with no obvious sign of injury or illness and greets one. The patient replies:
Fair fa your honest sonsie face,<br/> Great chieftain o' the puddin race,<br/> Aboon them a you take your place,<br/> Painch, tripe or thairm,<br/> As langs my airm."<br/>
Blair is confused, so he just grins and moves on to the next patient. The patient responds:
Some hae meat and canna eat,<br/> And some wad eat that want it,<br/> But we hae meat and we can eat,<br/> So let the Lord be thankit."<br/>
Even more confused, and his grin now rictus-like, the PM moves on to the next patient, who immediately begins to chant:
Wee sleekit, cowerin, timrous beasty,<br/> Thou needna start awa sae hastie,<br/> Wi bickering brattle."<br/>
Now seriously troubled, Blair turns to the accompanying doctor and asks "What kind of facility is this? A mental ward?"
"No," replies the doctor. "This is the serious Burns unit."