I cannot sing of home, sweet home, My poor old throat won’t do it; I tried a stave or two last night— To-day I rather rue it. But Wood’s Great Peppermint Cure I know Will cure me by to-morrow, And I shall sing of home, sweet home Without a trace of sorrow.
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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXI, Issue 214, 24 August 1931, Page 8
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52Page 8 Advertisements Column 3 Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXI, Issue 214, 24 August 1931, Page 8
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