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If Shakespeare had had a sweet sister
As wonderfully gifted as well
They'd have given her no chance of learning
Her genius would make her life hell.
Genius would make her life hell.

Betrothed to be wed by her father
Before she was out of her teens
She'd cry out that marriage was hateful;
Face beatings and terrible scenes;
Beatings and terrible scenes;

She'd then take the high road to London
And stand by the stage door like him
Ambitious to start as an actress.
They'd laugh at her lunatic whim.
Laugh at her lunatic whim.

She'd never have gotten a training
Though her mind teemed with unwritten plays
And her fancy was quick as her brother's
Folk would think such a young woman crazed,
Think such a young woman crazed,

When her plight roused some actor to pity
She'd be very soon gotten with child
So she'd kill herself one winter morning
For her fate would have driven her wild;
Fate would have driven her wild;

If Shakespeare had had a bright sister
She'd have met with derision not praise.
She might have been martyred for witchcraft.
She'd never have written the plays,
Never have written the plays.