The boy stood on the froaen 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 k ott, Through Woods' Great Peppetondnt Cure,
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Tuapeka Times, Volume XLIV, Issue 5961, 17 July 1912, Page 3
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51Page 3 Advertisements Column 2 Tuapeka Times, Volume XLIV, Issue 5961, 17 July 1912, Page 3
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