Tho sun Ims gone, my darling one, The pontic night lias come ; Tli a mother sings her lullaby—-"Tra-la-lft-nim-tum-tnrn." No danger threatens you, sweet o.ne, You're tucked in quite secure; And on the nursery, mantelpiece Is Woods' Great Peppermint Cure. 10
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Oamaru Mail, Volume XLIV, Issue 14703, 2 June 1920, Page 6
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40Page 6 Advertisements Column 3 Oamaru Mail, Volume XLIV, Issue 14703, 2 June 1920, Page 6
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