Go, little verse, upon thy way, And proud the joyful tidings tell : ‘There is no cold nor cough to-day That cannot be made well.’ Go, tell the name, the magic name, The perfect balm, the secret sure; Inscribe upon the heights of fame, But if you’d bought Woods’ Peppermint,
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New Zealand Tablet, 29 August 1912, Page 57
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49Untitled New Zealand Tablet, 29 August 1912, Page 57
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