Sin’; me the songs my mother sung to bun Tell me the tales she told me at her knee; Old friends are best, oh! lov-(j them, while ye may; The air is sweetest at, the close of day. “Old friends are best.” Aye! what .word* could be truer Than that old friend, Woods’ Great Pepjwrmint Cure ?—{Adrt.J
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Evening Star, Issue 19263, 31 May 1926, Page 1
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57Page 1 Advertisements Column 5 Evening Star, Issue 19263, 31 May 1926, Page 1
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