Drowsing as dawn’s faint flush suffused the sky, I heard a voice within the tavern cry—- “ Awake, my little ones! ’Tis almost The Tapster waits, the score remains to pay.” “Our husky' tones proclaim aloud that we Have rocked the night with riant revelry. Before we greet the lone Muezzin’s call, There’s Woods’ Groat Peppermint Cure for all!"
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Grey River Argus, 4 May 1936, Page 4
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