Little Jack Horner sat sick in a corner, A-coughing and rubbing his eyes, While Granny was waiting and watching him taking A dose fit to poison the flics. 'Twas a draught of her own, and far best left alone, Which she made her young victim en0, the silly old muff to brew worthless home stuff When, there's Woods' Great Peppermint Cure. l
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Sun (Christchurch), Volume I, Issue 187, 12 September 1914, Page 13
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62Page 13 Advertisements Column 3 Sun (Christchurch), Volume I, Issue 187, 12 September 1914, Page 13
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