A parson stood in his pulpit high, He'd lost his voice with, cold well nigh, And thoughtless said, let's all rejoice He'll have to stop for he's lost his voice, But he took some Woods' Great Peppermint Cure, His voice grew strong, his remarks no fewer.
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Thames Star, Volume xxx, Issue 9451, 29 September 1899, Page 1
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46Untitled Thames Star, Volume xxx, Issue 9451, 29 September 1899, Page 1
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