Sorry if this is a repost, but it's a lovely ditty.
Beechwood fires are bright and clear,
If the logs are kept a year.
Oaken logs burn steadily,
If the wood is old and dry.
Chestnuts only good they say,
If for long it's laid away.
But Ash new and old - is fit,
for a Queen with a crown of gold.
Birch and Fir logs burn too fast,
Blaze up bright but do not last.
Make a fire of Elder tree,
Death with your house you'll see.
It is by the Irish said,
Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread.
But Ash Green or Ash Brown,
Is fit for a Queen with a golden crown.
Elm wood burns like churchyard mould,
E'en the very flames are cold.
Poplar gives a bitter smoke,
Fills your eyes and makes you choke.
Apple wood will scent your room,
With an incense like perfume.
But Ash wet or Ash dry,
For a Queen to warm her slippers by.
Anon.
Beechwood fires are bright and clear,
If the logs are kept a year.
Oaken logs burn steadily,
If the wood is old and dry.
Chestnuts only good they say,
If for long it's laid away.
But Ash new and old - is fit,
for a Queen with a crown of gold.
Birch and Fir logs burn too fast,
Blaze up bright but do not last.
Make a fire of Elder tree,
Death with your house you'll see.
It is by the Irish said,
Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread.
But Ash Green or Ash Brown,
Is fit for a Queen with a golden crown.
Elm wood burns like churchyard mould,
E'en the very flames are cold.
Poplar gives a bitter smoke,
Fills your eyes and makes you choke.
Apple wood will scent your room,
With an incense like perfume.
But Ash wet or Ash dry,
For a Queen to warm her slippers by.
Anon.
