When Dick Turpin bold was hanged Butchers inarched in brave array, Marrowbones on cleavers clanged, To “ Old Tyburn,” all the way! In the misty morning air Lungs had dangers to endure, But sad victims of despair Knew not Woods’ Great Peppermint Cur*. r-[Advt.'
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Evening Star, Issue 21073, 9 April 1932, Page 1
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43Page 1 Advertisements Column 7 Evening Star, Issue 21073, 9 April 1932, Page 1
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