I cannot sing the old, sweet songs Which I should sing to-night, I've lost my voice, and have no choice, Because of bronchial blight; But very soon I'll be in tune, And sing them all, be sure. I'll change my moans to dulcet tones. t With Woods' Great Peppermint Cure.
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Free Lance, Volume XV, Issue 789, 13 August 1915, Page 24
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50Page 24 Advertisements Column 1 Free Lance, Volume XV, Issue 789, 13 August 1915, Page 24
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