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Chestnut scarce at all sir
Hawthorn logs are good to last
That are cut well in the fall sir
Surely you will find
There's no compare with the hard wood logs
That's cut in the winter time
Holly logs will burn like wax
You could burn them green
Elm logs burn like smoldering 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 the 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
They're worth their weight in gold sir
Hawthorn logs are good to last
That are cut well in the fall sir
Surely you will find
There's no compare with the hard wood logs
That's cut in the winter time
Holly logs will burn like wax
You could burn them green
Elm logs burn like smoldering 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 the 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
They're worth their weight in gold sir
Lyrics submitted by T_D_Phoenix
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