The songs my mother taught to me I learned while perched upon her knee; And though they be but simple ryhmes, I croon them fondly still at times. ’Tis then I realise and know The debt of love to her I owe; And how well justified and sure Her faith in Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure. 9
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Waipawa Mail, Volume XXXVII, Issue 8200, 28 June 1919, Page 2
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56Page 2 Advertisements Column 4 Waipawa Mail, Volume XXXVII, Issue 8200, 28 June 1919, Page 2
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