Wood burning poem
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I did a quick search on here and found another poem here: http://www.bushcraftuk.com/community/showthread.php?t=5633&page=2&pp=10beachlover said:
There is another that I know. I once copied this poem in illuminated calligraphy on parchment for a place beside my sisters open fireplace.....
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.
Make a fire of Elder tree,
Death within your house will be.
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.
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
a king shall warm his slippers by.
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.
Make a fire of Elder tree,
Death within your house will be.
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.
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
a king shall warm his slippers by.
mark a. said:
This is the one in Ray Mear's Bushcraft.
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's splendid logs for sale
But read these lines & really learn
The proper kind of logs to burn.
Oak logs will warm you well,
If they're old and dry.
Larch logs of pinewoods 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 cut 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.
Honor Goodhart, 1926
Robin Williamson's version of the woodcutters song(from A Glint in the Kindling).
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
And hawthorn logs are good to last
That are cut while in the fall sir
Surely you will find
There´s no compare with the hard wood logs
That´s cut in winter time
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
Surely you will find
There´s no compare with the hard wood logs
That´s cut in winter time
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
For they´re worth their weight in gold sir
The Poacher's song, from the same album.
Wake up Jamie strike a light
For while you were lying dreaming
I've been up the waterside
All with the gaff and the lantern
But the bailiff he´s a restless man
And terrible light in sleeping
His dogs did bark and his guns did bang
And damn but he had me running
And if the bailie comes today
Inquiring for a salmon
That maybe might have swum this way
Snagged onto someone´s arm
Just grit your teeth and squint your eyes
He´ll likely think you´re smiling
And take your hat into your hand
And bid the man good morning
Oh, aye, oh, aye, bid the man good morning
Invite him in for scones and tea
And laugh at all his joking
No need at all to let him see
What´s up the chimney smoking
And if he should inquire for me
For me or Johnny Brady
why we´ve been away working several days
And we´ll not be back till Friday
Oh, aye, oh, aye, bid the man good morning
Oh, aye, oh, aye, bid the man good morning
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
And hawthorn logs are good to last
That are cut while in the fall sir
Surely you will find
There´s no compare with the hard wood logs
That´s cut in winter time
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
Surely you will find
There´s no compare with the hard wood logs
That´s cut in winter time
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
For they´re worth their weight in gold sir
The Poacher's song, from the same album.
Wake up Jamie strike a light
For while you were lying dreaming
I've been up the waterside
All with the gaff and the lantern
But the bailiff he´s a restless man
And terrible light in sleeping
His dogs did bark and his guns did bang
And damn but he had me running
And if the bailie comes today
Inquiring for a salmon
That maybe might have swum this way
Snagged onto someone´s arm
Just grit your teeth and squint your eyes
He´ll likely think you´re smiling
And take your hat into your hand
And bid the man good morning
Oh, aye, oh, aye, bid the man good morning
Invite him in for scones and tea
And laugh at all his joking
No need at all to let him see
What´s up the chimney smoking
And if he should inquire for me
For me or Johnny Brady
why we´ve been away working several days
And we´ll not be back till Friday
Oh, aye, oh, aye, bid the man good morning
Oh, aye, oh, aye, bid the man good morning
Cheers all. Now all I need to do is remember them..
It's not all entirely obious, though - I know oak is meant to be great, but only after it's seasoned for an eternity, otherwise it smokes horribly. And while Elm is meant to be rubbish, my parents have some (admittedly old) logs which burn just brilliant - a great combination of flame and heat.
It's not all entirely obious, though - I know oak is meant to be great, but only after it's seasoned for an eternity, otherwise it smokes horribly. And while Elm is meant to be rubbish, my parents have some (admittedly old) logs which burn just brilliant - a great combination of flame and heat.
)Any key you like on any instrument you've ever heard of! 
Guess that was a kinda flowery statement but from your response last night I was thinking you'd tracked down a copy and listened to it. There's nothing more flowery and pretentious than a lifelong fan(atic) of something trying to brainwash the rest of the world.
Anyhow, I'll stick with it. One of the finest groups of folk musicians ever assembled.
Guess that was a kinda flowery statement but from your response last night I was thinking you'd tracked down a copy and listened to it. There's nothing more flowery and pretentious than a lifelong fan(atic) of something trying to brainwash the rest of the world.
Anyhow, I'll stick with it. One of the finest groups of folk musicians ever assembled.
Grooveski said:Any key you like on any instrument you've ever heard of!
Guess that was a kinda flowery statement but from your response last night I was thinking you'd tracked down a copy and listened to it. There's nothing more flowery and pretentious than a lifelong fan(atic) of something trying to brainwash the rest of the world.
Anyhow, I'll stick with it. One of the finest groups of folk musicians ever assembled.
No, I haven't got a hold of the copy but I will look out for it.
Groovy baby
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