I've lost four toes in the arctic snows,
An eye in the Timor sea.
A hand and a jaw in a circular saw,
And a leg by a falling tree
But I never feel ill with a cold or a chill
My health I aye ensure
By wetting my throttle
In time with a bottle of Woods Great Peppermint cure
An eye in the Timor sea.
A hand and a jaw in a circular saw,
And a leg by a falling tree
But I never feel ill with a cold or a chill
My health I aye ensure
By wetting my throttle
In time with a bottle of Woods Great Peppermint cure
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