The king raged round the treasury, In futile search' for gold ; The queen was led upstairs to bed, Half dead with cough and cold. "|!'ve boon betrayed," the monarch, said, "A crown I had, I'm sure ; What shall I do, for a bottle or two Of Woods' Great Peppermint Cure?*-'
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Evening Post, Volume XC, Issue 82, 5 October 1915, Page 8
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50Page 8 Advertisements Column 2 Evening Post, Volume XC, Issue 82, 5 October 1915, Page 8
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