Comrades, listen to my story, Comrades, listen to my song
I'll tell you of a hero, who now is dead and gone
I'll tell you of a young boy, whose age was just nineteen
He was the bravest union man that I have ever 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 the coal bosses’ gun thugs that roam from town to town
To shoot and kill our Comrades, where'er they may be found
Harry Simms and I were parted at five o'clock that day
"Be careful, my dear Comrade," to Harry I did say
"I must do my duty" was his reply to me
"If I get killed by gun thugs, don't grieve after me"
Harry Simms was walking up the track this bright, sunshiny day
He was a youth of courage, his step was light and gay
We did not know the gun thugs was hiding on the way
To kill our dear young Comrade this bright, sunshiny day
Harry Simms was killed on Bush Creek in Nineteen-Thirty-Two
He organized the Y.C.L., also the N.M.U.
He gave his life in struggle, that was all that he could do
He died to save the union, also for me and you
Comrades, we must vow today, this is one thing we must do
Must organize the miners in the dear old N.M.U.
And get a million volunteers into the Y.C.L.
And sink this rotten system in the deepest pits of Hell