Not sure how many of you have seen this, but every time I cut an ash tree with one of my friends, he is always mumbling "ash wood wet and ash wood dry, a king shall warm his slipper by" Funny, as I think most of what this says about the different species is true from my experience. Beechwood fires burn bright and clear If the logs are kept a year Store your beech for Christmastide With new holly laid beside Chestnuts only good they say If for years tis stayed away Birch and firwood burn too fast Blaze too bright and do not last Flames from larch will shoot up high Dangerously the sparks will fly But Ashwood green and Ashwood brown Are fit for a Queen with a golden crown Oaken logs, if dry and old Keep away the winters cold Poplar gives a bitter smoke Fills your eyes and makes you choke Elmwood burns like churchyard mould Even the very flames burn cold Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread So it is in Ireland said Applewood will scent the room Pears wood smells like a flower in bloom But Ashwood wet and Ashwood dry A King may warm his slippers by.
I need that king and queen's email address. To write and suggest a double wall insulated stainless flue liner for better draft. And thus avoid: "Poplar gives a bitter smoke Fills your eyes and makes you choke" LOL
There are actually several versions. Here are some (some might also be a copy of what Greg posted. My apology). I think there may even be some duplicates in these. Sorry but I haven't taken the time to make sure of it. Some are very similar with only slight variations. Beech wood fires are bright and clear, If the logs are kept a year. Chestnut’s only good they say, If for long it’s laid away. 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 a churchyard mould, Even 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, Pear wood smells like flowers in bloom Oak and maple if dry and old, Keep away the winter cold. But ash wood wet and ash wood dry, A king shall warm his slippers by. These hardwoods burn well and slowly, Ash, beech, hawthorn oak and holly. Softwoods flare up quick and fine, Birch, fir, hazel, larch and pine. Elm and willow you'll regret, Chestnut green and sycamore wet 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 bum too fast Blaze up bright and do not last. It is by the Irish said Hawthom bakes the sweetest bread. Elm wood bums 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. Beechwood logs burn bright and clear, If the wood is kept a year Store your Beech for Christmas-tide, With new-cut holly laid aside Chestnut's only good, they say If for years it's stored away Birch and Fir wood burn too fast, Blaze too bright, and do not last Flames from larch will shoot up high, And dangerously the sparks will fly.... But Ashwood green, And Ashwood brown Are fit for Queen with golden crown. Oak logs will warm you well That are old and dry Logs of pine will sweetly smell But the sparks will fly Birch logs will burn too fast Chestnut scarce at all sir Hawthorn logs are good to last That are cut well in the fall sir Holly logs will burn like wax You could burn them green Elm logs burn like smouldering flax With no flame to be seen Beech logs for winter time Yew logs as well sir Green elder logs it is a crime For any man to sell sir Beechwood fires burn bright and clear If the logs are kept a year Store your beech for Christmastide With new holly laid beside Chestnuts only good they say If for years tis stayed away Birch and firwood burn too fast Blaze too bright and do not last Flames from larch will shoot up high Dangerously the sparks will fly But Ashwood green and Ashwood brown Are fit for a Queen with a golden crown Oaken logs, if dry and old Keep away the winters cold Poplar gives a bitter smoke Fills your eyes and makes you choke Elmwood burns like churchyard mould Even the very flames burn cold Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread So it is in Ireland said Applewood will scent the room Pears wood smells like a flower in bloom But Ashwood wet and Ashwood dry A King may warm his slippers by. Pear logs and apple logs They will scent your room And cherry logs across the dogs They smell like flowers of broom But Ash logs smooth and grey Buy them green or old, sir And buy up all that come your way They're worth their weight in gold sir Logs to Burn, Logs to burn, Logs to burn, Logs to save the coal a turn, Here's a word to make you wise, When you hear the woodman's cries. Never heed his usual tale, That he has good logs for sale, But read these lines and really learn, The proper kind of logs to burn. Oak logs will warm you well, If they're old and dry. Larch logs of pine will smell, But the sparks will fly. Beech logs for Christmas time, Yew logs heat well. "Scotch" logs it is a crime, For anyone to sell. Birch logs will burn too fast, Chestnut scarce at all. Hawthorn logs are good to last, If you cut them in the fall. Holly logs will burn like wax, You should burn them green, Elm logs like smouldering flax, No flame to be seen. Pear logs and apple logs, They will scent your room, Cherry logs across the dogs, Smell like flowers in bloom But ash logs, all smooth and grey, Burn them green or old; Buy up all that come your way, They're worth their weight in gold. Beech wood fires are bright and clear, If the logs are kept a year. Chestnut’s only good they say, If for long it’s laid away. 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 a churchyard mould, Even 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, Pear wood smells like flowers in bloom Oak and maple if dry and old, Keep away the winter cold. But ash wood wet and ash wood dry, A king shall warm his slippers by. These hardwoods burn well and slowly, Ash, beech, hawthorn oak and holly. Softwoods flare up quick and fine, Birch, fir, hazel, larch and pine. Elm and willow you'll regret, Chestnut green and sycamore wet 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 bum too fast Blaze up bright and do not last. It is by the Irish said Hawthom bakes the sweetest bread. Elm wood bums like churchyard mould, Even 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. Beechwood logs burn bright and clear, If the wood is kept a year Store your Beech for Christmas-tide, With new-cut holly laid aside Chestnut's only good, they say If for years it's stored away Birch and Fir wood burn too fast, Blaze too bright, and do not last Flames from larch will shoot up high, And dangerously the sparks will fly.... But Ashwood green, And Ashwood brown Are fit for Queen with golden crown. Oak logs will warm you well That are old and dry Logs of pine will sweetly smell But the sparks will fly Birch logs will burn too fast Chestnut scarce at all sir Hawthorn logs are good to last That are cut well in the fall sir Holly logs will burn like wax You could burn them green Elm logs burn like smouldering flax With no flame to be seen Beech logs for winter time Yew logs as well sir Green elder logs it is a crime For any man to sell sir Beechwood fires burn bright and clear If the logs are kept a year Store your beech for Christmastide With new holly laid beside Chestnuts only good they say If for years tis stayed away Birch and firwood burn too fast Blaze too bright and do not last Flames from larch will shoot up high Dangerously the sparks will fly But Ashwood green and Ashwood brown Are fit for a Queen with a golden crown Oaken logs, if dry and old Keep away the winters cold Poplar gives a bitter smoke Fills your eyes and makes you choke Elmwood burns like churchyard mould Even the very flames burn cold Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread So it is in Ireland said Applewood will scent the room Pears wood smells like a flower in bloom But Ashwood wet and Ashwood dry A King may warm his slippers by. Pear logs and apple logs They will scent your room And cherry logs across the dogs They smell like flowers of broom But Ash logs smooth and grey Buy them green or old, sir And buy up all that come your way They're worth their weight in gold sir
