From the Isle of Man in 1823. Thomas Callow crossed the wide, wild sea. At the age of four, with his family by side, They landed in New York, where new dreams collide. Settled in Cleveland, he learned and he grew, A carpenter’s skill was his trade to pursue. But in 1849, the call of gold, Led him westward, where stories unfold. (Verse 2) He joined the rush, where the rivers ran wild. In Gold Lake, he searched, but the riches were mild. Then to mining, to business, and back once again. He built a life, through losses and gain. By 1854, he’d found his place, In Butte County, with steady grace. Wells Fargo, lumber, and a clerk’s role too, He rose through the ranks, a man who knew. (Chorus) Thomas Callow, a man of his time. Chasing the dream, though the road was rough and untamed. From the gold mines to public service, he made his mark. In Butte County, he left his spark. He laid the foundations, so many would follow. A trailblazer’s legacy, beyond the tomorrows. (Verse 3) In 1869, a new path was found. County Treasurer, with honor he’s crowned. Then County Clerk, in two terms he served. A steady hand when the town deserved. (Chorus) Thomas Callow, a man of his time. Chasing the dream, though the road was rough and untamed. From the gold mines to public service, he made his mark. In Butte County, he left his spark. He laid the foundations, so many would follow. A trailblazer’s legacy, beyond the tomorrows. (Verse 4) In 1885, the end came too soon. But his legacy’s clear, like the sun and the moon. A man of action, not one to boast. In Oroville’s heart, he’s still the most. His name lives on, in the streets and the town. A man who gave much, never let it down. Thomas Callow, in history’s hand. A pioneer, who shaped the land.
