The pilgrims landed on the beach. A dauntless soul the wealth of each. Krect upon Old Plymouth Rock Their leader scanned his sea-tanned flock. “Fear naught, my friends I” he loudly cried, “In this new land for aye we’ll bide, And for our colds soro? day, be sure, We ll hear of Woc/> Great Peppermint Cur*.”—l2*»
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Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1065, 1 September 1930, Page 10
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56Page 10 Advertisements Column 2 Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1065, 1 September 1930, Page 10
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