Prince Charles was being shown around a Scottish hospital. At the end of his visit, he was led into a ward where there were a number of patients displaying no obvious signs of injury. He went over to talk to the man in the first bed, and the patient proclaimed: "Fair fa' yer 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." Somewhat taken aback, Prince Charles smiled politely and moved onto the next bed, where the patient immediately launched 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." Prince Charles was completely lost for words and simply hurried on to the next patient who declared loudly: "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!" "Very nice," said Prince Charles before whispering to the hospital manager: "I see you saved the psychiatric ward until last." "Oh no," said the manager, "this is the Serious Burns Unit."