The cry of “.backsheesh!” and the snarling curs My egress from the calm bazaar deters, As stirred to scorn the Fellahin I curso Who tug the silken tassel of my purse. Laden with treasure from the mart of trade, I seek the shelter of the cedar’s shade; And there relieve the hoarseness I endure With soothing Woods’ Great Pettermint Cure.
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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXII, Issue 154, 15 June 1932, Page 10
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60Page 10 Advertisements Column 4 Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXII, Issue 154, 15 June 1932, Page 10
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