Dig
deep to learn
Traits of their charm
How to resist
Deep down below
Low, low, low
Low, low, low
Low, low, low
I'll find him,
kill of his kind Stays by my side,
steps through his spine
Hands on a hold Life's about to end
Salmon swings round
Full twenty pounds
This is the end How was my friend?
You don't know him
Salmon's working low, low, low