Oft wearied at the close, of day, I long to wend to worlds away, To vanished scenes where one sat by, And crooned me "Love's sweet luila-
by." When cradled on my mother's knee, Her love made all my world to me, Who when with croup I gasped was
sure To give me Woods' Great Peppermint Cure.
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Ashburton Guardian, Volume XLI, Issue 9543, 23 June 1921, Page 4
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57Page 4 Advertisements Column 3 Ashburton Guardian, Volume XLI, Issue 9543, 23 June 1921, Page 4
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