Oh Woods, in comfort and at ease We laugh at pain, ignore disease; But when the cutting winter winds Make throat feel raw, and red eyes blind Your medicine send, no matter how, A ministering angel, thou! No chest disorders I’ll endure, ,■ While X can buy your Peppermint Cure.
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New Zealand Tablet, 29 August 1912, Page 41
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49Page 41 Advertisement 1 New Zealand Tablet, 29 August 1912, Page 41
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