The songs my mother taught to me I learned while perched upon her knee ; And though they be but simple rhymes, I croon them fondly still at times. ’Tis then I realise and know The debt of love to her I owe And how well justified and sure Her faith in Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.
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New Zealand Tablet, 24 July 1919, Page 19
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55Page 19 Advertisement 1 New Zealand Tablet, 24 July 1919, Page 19
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