A parson stood in his pulpit high, He’d lost his voice with cold, well nigh. The thoughtless said : —“ Let’s all rejoice, He’ll have to stop, for he’s lost his voice!” But he took some Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure, His voice grew, strong*, his remarks no fawer* 12
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Lyttelton Times, Volume C, Issue 11623, 5 July 1898, Page 6
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47Page 6 Advertisements Column 2 Lyttelton Times, Volume C, Issue 11623, 5 July 1898, Page 6
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