The minstrel boy to the war has gone. In the ranks of health you’ll find him; Woods’ Peppeimint Cure he’s depending on. And lie left his rough behind him. Don’t leave home when abroad you roam Without a stock close by you, For health is vict’ry you’ll all agree, So don’t lot sickness try you.
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Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXX, Issue 28, 19 September 1914, Page 4
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55Page 4 Advertisements Column 5 Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXX, Issue 28, 19 September 1914, Page 4
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