Little Jack Horner sat sick in a corner, A-oonghing ami rnhhing his eyes, While Granny was waiting and watching him taking A dose fit to poison the flies. Twas a draught of her own, and far Vest left alone, Which she made her young victim endure — 0, the silly old mu(T! to hrow worthless home stuff When there’s Woods’ Groat permint Cure.
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Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXIX, Issue 83, 29 July 1914, Page 6
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62Page 6 Advertisements Column 2 Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXIX, Issue 83, 29 July 1914, Page 6
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