The Death of 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 NMU
He gave his life in struggle
That was all that he could do
He died for the union, also for me and you