In The Dawn Of November

 In the dawn of November in the morning grey

Against the strong current the salmon battle their way 

In yesterday's subsiding flood that is flowing fast and brown

In the river that flows by the far away town

For many of them it will be their last dawn

They will not even get the chance for to spawn

The poachers will hunt them with their powerful battery torches and gaff or spear

For the salmon poachers November their time of year

But some salmon the spawning Season do survive

And make it back home to the ocean alive

Their young in future Novembers will return to their native rivers to breed

To fulfil what will be in them a natural need

In the dawn of November in the fast flowing waters of brown

In the river that flows by the far away town

The call of Nature the salmon obey

As against the strong current up to their spawning fords they battle their way.