The songs my mother taught to me I learned while perched upon her knee: And though they be but simple rhymes. 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.
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New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Issue 1514, 1 May 1919, Page 33
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55Page 33 Advertisements Column 1 New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Issue 1514, 1 May 1919, Page 33
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