Harry Simms

Come and listen to my story, come and listen to my song
 I will tell you of a hero, who's now dead and gone
 I will tell you of a young boy, whose age was nineteen
 He was the bravest union man, that I have ever seen
 Harry Simms was a palomine, we labored side by side
 Expecting to be shot on sight, or taken for a ride
 By them dirty cold operator gun-thugs, that roamed from town to town
 A-shooting down the union men, where e'er they may be found
 Harry Simms was walkin' down the track, one bright sun-shiney day
 He was a youth of courage, his step was light and gay
 He did not know the gun-thugs was hiding on the way
 To kill our brave young comrade this bright sun-shiney day
 Harry Simms was killed on Brush Creek, in nineteen thirty-two
 He organized the miners, into the N.M.U.
 He gave his life in struggle, that was all that he could do
 He died for the union, also for me and you