In Manx hills, where chill winds still roar, William Callow’s footsteps once did soar, Born on the Isle of Man, where the farm was set, His legend lives on, we'll never forget, The Callow name, a badge of pride, With a policeman's heart and the law as his guide. Eight hours on foot, through rain and shine, 30 miles a day—he took in his stride. Chorus: “Civil Bill,” they’d call him with respect, Through streets of Douglas, he'd protect. From epidemics to thieves on the run, He faced them all, till the day was done. With the law in his hand and justice in sight, He’d patrol through the day and into the darkest night. Verse 2: In the streets, he'd call out loud, For those who’d passed, in the darkened crowd. A duty of care, to remove the tragic dead, When dark plagues struck the town, in fear and dread. Poachers, thieves, the lost and the mad, William’s eyes caught the good and bad. He’d stand his ground, calm and stern, In the face of crime, he’d never turn. Chorus: “Civil Bill,” they’d call him with respect, Through streets of Douglas, he'd protect. From epidemics to thieves on the run, He faced them all, till the day was done. With the law in his hand and justice in sight, He’d patrol through the day and into the night. With the law in his hand and justice in sight, He’d patrol through the day and into the night. Bridge 1: But offers came, too tempting to ignore, Chief Constableships, with rewards galore. In Ramsey, Castletown—titles to claim, But “Civil Bill” turned them down all the same. For the streets of Douglas, he chose to stay, A humble man in every way. Bridge 2: Twice he was offered, a tempting offer too, The top cop position—he could have pursued. But his heart lay here, where duty was found, Not in titles or a higher crown. He served with honor, stayed where he stood, Because he knew where he could do good.
