LYRICS:

Our family suffered tragedy when our mum and sisters died

But intellectual curiosity saw us two go worldwide.

We travelled and learned languages, we came back home to teach

But no-one came, our school closed down, we needed a Plan B.

 

I was secretly writing poetry and Emily was too

And so was I, but we were told it’s not what women do.

Charlotte, Anne and Emily, we’re a writing family

Hey, girls, not forgetting me! Brontë sisterhood.

 

We pretend we’re men as Acton, Currer, Ellis “Bell” we published

But I’m a man and I write too - that’s true, but your stuff’s rubbish.

Anne wrote about a governess - I stole her plot – not fair!

My governess was Agnes Grey – but more knew mine, Jane Eyre.

 

My Heathcliff hit the Wuthering Heights; who’s best? Our rows are grim…

(Oh, look, I’ve got some poems out); agreed that it’s not him!

 

Charlotte, Anne and Emily, we’re the Brontë family

Got all my sisters (and me!) Whoa-oh-oh.

Charlotte, Anne and Emily; writing sisters one two three

(Hello? Can anybody actually hear me?)

Brontë sisterhood.