I wooed her first, one summer day, Her eye glanced bright, her lips were red; We sat among the fragrant hay, A floral garland round her head. I wooed her in the winter-time, (The dull skies might have been much bluer), But, what cared we for time or clime? We banked on Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure. 61
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Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 686, 11 June 1929, Page 11
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57Page 11 Advertisements Column 2 Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 686, 11 June 1929, Page 11
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