Woodburning Stove
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 wood new or Ash wood 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 that
Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread.
Elm wood burns like churchyard mould,
E’en the very flames are cold
But Ash wood green or Ash wood 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,
Pear wood smells like flowers in bloom.
Oaken logs, if dry and old, keep away the winter’s cold
But Ash wood wet or Ash wood dry,
The King shall warm his slippers by.