The skipper had an awful cough, " The night was fierce and dark: The rocks were close, the sea was rough • The skipper ‘lost his bark.’ ’ If we wish to ‘ steer ’ clear from the rocks of this life The ills and the chills we endure, Lot us ‘set a true course by timely recourse To Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure,
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New Zealand Tablet, 28 April 1910, Page 668
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58Page 668 Advertisement 2 New Zealand Tablet, 28 April 1910, Page 668
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