Somewhere a voice is calling, calling, A petulant hoarse refrain ; 'Tis the voice of a loved one bawling’
Calling me back again, A wail from the nursery falling, fall: g Poor Clarice has croup, I’m sure ; The voice of my darling calling, calling For Woods’ Great Peppe’rouat Cure.
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Hokitika Guardian, 11 May 1917, Page 3
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48Page 3 Advertisements Column 2 Hokitika Guardian, 11 May 1917, Page 3
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