In A Morning In Early November

 In a morning in early November in the grey of the dawn

The salmon are swimming upriver to spawn

The strong urge it is in them for to breed

And of luck on their side they are surely in need

Since for them it is not a safe time of year

At night the poachers are out with gaff and spear

And to survive to return to saltwater they need luck on their side

Since in the rivers in November many of their sort have died

In early November from the bracken hill

The winds of late Autumn blow with a cold chill

And the salmon upriver are swimming their way

In the grey dawn of a cold and blustery day

But unbeknown to them they are in dangerous territory

Far from the deep waters of the distant sea.