WILLIAM T.
William T. went to war in '61,
He was issued a knapsack, a canteen, and a gun,
Eighteen years old, he was ready to die,
He would give his left leg, he would give his right eye.
In Virginia his Company gave up a fight,
He was prisoner of war for only a night,
In Vicksburg his gun would explode in his face,
His right eye was gone, the left held its place.
Near a place called "Atlanta", the last action he'd see,
A gunshot wound, just above his left knee,
He would go home a hero, all battered and tore,
But his war wasn't over, though the South was no more.
While at work for the railroad, while cutting a rail,
A sliver of iron, his left eye, would impale,
And by now his right saw only a cloud,
The left eye was worse, it had to come out!
On a six dollar pension, the father of five,
Reached out for help, for a way to survive,
The neighbors responded but his country denied,
A six dollar pension, 'till the day he died.
In memorial to William T. Wise, Co. K,
32nd Ohio Infantry Division
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