Lost, stolen, strayed—gone none knows where, 'Twas with me yesterday, I do declare. It racked my chest, my head was sore It’s gone, I'll never see it more. What? Not a cough? Yes, yes, for sure; Lost when I used Woods’ Peppermint Cure.
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New Zealand Tablet, 6 May 1915, Page 31
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43Page 31 Advertisement 2 New Zealand Tablet, 6 May 1915, Page 31
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