[Verse 1]
Nicholas Fairless was a magistrate
Pulled from his horse on his way out to Jarrow
By two vengeful miners
His skull so battered he died ten days later
One man was found and the other set sail
On seeing his friend strung up on Jarrow Slake
Justice swift and unyielding
Clamped in iron in his blue trial jacket
[Verse 2]
Cuthbert Skipsey was a quiet man
Respected at the pit, a wife and six children
He wasn’t one to make trouble
Never one to make trouble
[Verse 3]
But the killing of Fairless had turned tensions high
There was a meeting at Chirton for the men on strike
Special constables made to break it up
And one, George Weddle, drew out his pistol
And shot a man set on making peace
Respected at the pit
A wife and six children, shot him dead on the spot
[Verse 5]
That George Weddle, the policeman
He went to trial on the 3rd day of August
Six months for manslaughter
Justice swift and accommodating
[Verso 6]
A man of worth dies at the hands of rage
Another hangs rotting on Jarrow Slake
And one shot dead for nowt
By a man confined for six months then out