Little Jack Horner sat sick in a corner, A-coughing and rubbing bis 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 Tablet, 2 July 1914, Page 19
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62Page 19 Advertisement 3 New Zealand Tablet, 2 July 1914, Page 19
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