Knowlt HoheimerI was the first fruits of the battle of Missionary Ridge.When I felt the bullet enter my heartI wished I had staid at home and gone to jailFor stealing the hogs of Curl Trenary,Instead of running away and joining the army.Rather a thousand times the county jailThan to lie under this marble figure with wings,And this granite pedestal Bearing the words, “Pro Patria.”What do they mean, anyway?
I was the first fruits of the battle of Missionary Ridge.When I felt the bullet enter my heartI wished I had staid at home and gone to jailFor stealing the hogs of Curl Trenary,Instead of running away and joining the army.Rather a thousand times the county jailThan to lie under this marble figure with wings,And this granite pedestal Bearing the words, “Pro Patria.”What do they mean, anyway?