The boy stood on the frozen deck, ' And wished that he was dead ; - The wind blew round his naked neck, ‘ The rain beat on his head. He caught a cold—a killing cough. And said, “I’m done for sure”; But now he’s well, his cold is off, * Through Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure. 14
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Taranaki Herald, Volume LX, Issue 143838, 12 July 1912, Page 4
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52Page 4 Advertisements Column 2 Taranaki Herald, Volume LX, Issue 143838, 12 July 1912, Page 4
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