He was the cotter’s only child, They called him Little Jim, And Death with scythe and hour-glass had Called round to wait on him; The mother wept, the father sobbed, For death looked very sure, But Little Jim’s still in the swim Through Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.
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New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Volume XV, Issue 895, 2 May 1907, Page 12
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47Page 12 Advertisements Column 3 New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Volume XV, Issue 895, 2 May 1907, Page 12
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