While below, her beau dragged down, braided jacket torn his silk shirt bloodied James MacFarlane, not good enough for the Gordons.
Pulled into the well chamber, while above pipers skirl 'The Gay Gordons' she is shrieking with pleasure.
Forced to the edge, he surveys far below black water and his fate, "nee Highlanders in our beds!"
Battered and bleeding, he shouts as he falls "I'll come for you" his ghost still roams the heather, looking for his Mary of Haddo, and lost love...