Little Jack Horner sat sick in a corner, A-coughing and rubbing his eyes, While Granny was waiting and watching him taking A dose fit to poison the flies. ’Twas a draught of her own, and far best left alone. Which she made her young victim endure — O’ the silly old muff! to brew worthless home stuff When there’s Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.
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New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Issue 1261, 18 June 1914, Page 2
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62Page 2 Advertisements Column 2 New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Issue 1261, 18 June 1914, Page 2
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