Beechwood
fires are bright and clear
If the logs are kept a year.
Chestnut's only good,
they say,
If for long 'tis laid away.
But Ash new or Ash
old
Is fit for a queen with crown of gold.
Birch and fir logs burn
too fast
Blaze up bright and do not last.
It is by the Irish said
Hawthorn bakes the sweetest
bread.
Elm wood burns like churchyard
mould,
E'en the very flames are cold.
But Ash green or Ash
brown
Is fit for a queen with golden crown.
Poplar gives a bitter
smoke,
Fills your eyes and makes you choke.
Apple wood will scent
your room
With an incense like perfume.
Oaken logs, if dry and
old.
Keep away the winter's cold.
But Ash wet or Ash
dry
A king shall warm his slippers by.
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Oak
logs will warm you well.
That are old and dry;
Logs of Pine will sweetly
smell
But sparks will fly.
Birch-logs
will burn too fast,
Chestnuts scarce at all;
Hawthorne-logs are good
to last
Cut them in the fall.
Holly-logs
will burn like wax,
You may burn them green
Elm-logs like to smouldering
flax,
No flame to be seen.
Beech-logs for winter
time,
Yew logs as well,
Green Elder logs are
a crime
for any man to sell.
Pear-logs
and apple-logs,
They will scent your room,
Cherry-Logs across the
dogs
Smell like flower of broom.
Ash-logs, smooth and
gray,
Burn them green and old,
Buy up all that come your way
They're worth their weight in gold.
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