Come and listen to my story Come and listen to my song I'll tell you of a hero That now is dead and gone I'll tell you of a young boy His age it was nineteen He was the bravest union man That ever I have seen Harry Simms was a pal of mine We labored side by side Expecting to be shot on sight Or taken for a ride By some life-stealing gun thug That roams from town to town To shoot and kill our union men Where e'er they may be found Harry Simms and I was parted At five o'clock that day "Be careful, my dear brother" To Harry I did say "Now I must do my duty" Was his reply to me "Lf I get killed by gun thugs Don't grieve after me" Harry Simms was walking up the track That bright sunshiny day He was a youth of courage His steps was light and gay He did not know the gun thugs Was hiding on the way To kill our brave young hero That bright sunshiny 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 'Twas all that he could do He died for the union He died for me and you The thugs can kill our leaders And cause us to shed tears But they cannot kill our spirit If they try a million years We have learned our lesson Now we all realize A union struggle must go on Till we are organized