Mr Lockwood, a rich man from the south
Rented Thrushcross Grange for the sake of his health
Up at the Heights, that Heathcliff, was getting stranger
In that remote moorland farmhouse there lurked all kinds of danger
It all started when the Earnshaw’s moved in
Catherine was all of about six back then
A traveling man he adopted the Heathcliff boy
His son took none to kind to that kind of ploy
He hated him but that Catherine was obsessed
Hindley was packed off to college a young man possessed
When old Earnshaw kicked the bucket, Master Hindley came back
Cathy was none too pleased about that
With Heathcliff she ran wild on the moors
Till those at the grange once caught them and Heathcliff was dismissed once more
She changed into a proper young lady in the end
And laughed at Heathcliff … he vowed revenge
He scarpered then, no one really knew when
Returning a few months later, buffed-up as a right gentleman
Catherine was delighted
Edgar, the love of her life thought the future was blighted
Paying off Hindley’s debts Heathcliff surprised everyone
But eloping and marrying Isabella who bore him a son
Cathy died birthing a girl
A beautiful lass, but high-spirited as hell
She knew nothing of Heathcliff and the likes
This is where it all gets a bit complicated which led to fights
Young Cathy eventually met her cousin Hareton
But Heathcliff planed for her to marry his son Linton
Now master of both Thrushcross and Wuthering Heights
Cathy was given no choice or rights
Then Linton ups and dies
As to Heathcliff he went barmy right before their eyes
Started seeing visions of his Cathy at the window and on the moors
Not long after he joined her, buried together forever more