Mr Lockwood, a rich man from the south
\nRented Thrushcross Grange for the sake of his health
\nUp at the Heights, that Heathcliff, was getting stranger
\nIn that remote moorland farmhouse there lurked all kinds of danger
\nIt all started when the Earnshaw\u2019s moved in
\nCatherine was all of about six back then
\nA traveling man he adopted the Heathcliff boy
\nHis son took none to kind to that kind of ploy
\nHe hated him but that Catherine was obsessed
\nHindley was packed off to college a young man possessed
\nWhen old Earnshaw kicked the bucket, Master Hindley came back
\nCathy was none too pleased about that
\nWith Heathcliff she ran wild on the moors
\nTill those at the grange once caught them and Heathcliff was dismissed once more
\nShe changed into a proper young lady in the end
\nAnd laughed at Heathcliff … he vowed revenge
\nHe scarpered then, no one really knew when
\nReturning a few months later, buffed-up as a right gentleman
\nCatherine was delighted
\nEdgar, the love of her life thought the future was blighted
\nPaying off Hindley\u2019s debts Heathcliff surprised everyone
\nBut eloping and marrying Isabella who bore him a son
\nCathy died birthing a girl
\nA beautiful lass, but high-spirited as hell
\nShe knew nothing of Heathcliff and the likes
\nThis is where it all gets a bit complicated which led to fights
\nYoung Cathy eventually met her cousin Hareton
\nBut Heathcliff planed for her to marry his son Linton
\nNow master of both Thrushcross and Wuthering Heights
\nCathy was given no choice or rights
\nThen Linton ups and dies
\nAs to Heathcliff he went barmy right before their eyes
\nStarted seeing visions of his Cathy at the window and on the moors
\nNot long after he joined her, buried together forever more<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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