Beechwood fires are bright and clear
If the logs are kept a year.
Chestnuts only good they say,
If for logs 'tis laid away.
Make a fire of Elder tree,
Death within your house will be;
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 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 cold
Keep away the winter's cold
But ash wet or ash dry
A king shall warm his slippers by