I did my best with the lyrics from listening to Barry's youtube - here they are not perfect, maybe someone can help with what I got wrong:

THE SHORES OF THE CALLOWS
(by Frank McGrath, as best as I can figure from limited research)

The day is well pleased with itself on this fine summer morn
The dew beams with joy, so cheerful for sunlight's bright dawning
The wavelets slow beat, as they lazily wash to the shallows
While my aching heart weeps, by the sad sweet shores of the Callows

In the fields and the meadows, we worked and we sported in play
We swam and we fished, by the forested shores of the bay
As children we schooled, as young adults we worked and we toiled
But my aching heart weeps, by the sad sweet shores of the Callows

I remember his hair, so neat, save the strands that fell o'er his brow
And his strong calloused hands, I long to be holding them now
His warm broad smile, to picture it spurs my grief
As my heart crumbles, as the tread on a dry autumn heath

Why does the grass grow so fine ore the place where he fell
Why do the birds sing without a sorrowful word of (tunes?) too [him still?]
Why does nature (trill?) like the sorrowful swoop of the swallow
While my aching heart weeps by the sad sweet shores of the Callows

To have known you, it was my greatest pleasure
The memory of you it is my greatest treasure
You are now longer gone than all of your youthful years
For your ageless face I shed my aging tears

The day is well pleased with itself on this fine summer morn
The dew beams with joy so cheerful for sunlight's bright dawning
The wavelets slow beat as they lazily wash to the shallows
While my aching heart weeps by the sad sweet shores of the Callows