There is a fine gent christened Ru Litherland Mulch, sow and then reap There is a fine gent christened Ru Litherland And he has green fingers on both of his hands I'll be good to the land and the land will be good to me With the vicar's fair daughter he dreamed a bold dream To grow food for his kinsmen as nature decreed. By the edge the forest they spied a fine patch And to grow fruit and veg there a plan they did hatch. The men of the hour dreamed of buildings not plants A development would far more there profits enhance. Our forefathers fought for this fair forest land So now against the law was the businessman's plan. After twelve months had past did the council relent Now we'll work the earth as our forefathers meant. Now if you past by here you may hear a tune: Mulch, sow and then reap Now if you past by here you may hear a tune, The melody is old and the words will be soon. I'll be good to the land and the land will be good to me