To the toiler for bread, by necessity led, Life wends its monotonous way; While the sun cometh up and the sun goeth down To measure each working day. His abiding care is to harvest a share While his powers for toil endure, And to loosen the hold of a cough or a cold With Woods’ Great Peppermint Owe.
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Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 30, Issue 27, 9 April 1918, Page 2
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58Page 2 Advertisements Column 4 Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 30, Issue 27, 9 April 1918, Page 2
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