Just heard from my mate Clive who sends me this:

Aa whist I was where the Gadie rins
Mang the braalin wheat and the yella whins
And lowpin o'er the bogie linns at the fit o Bennachie

Eenst I had twa braw lads, twa braw lads, twa braw lads
Aye eenst I had twa braw lads
But noo I havenae neen

Een was killed in Lowrins fair, Lowrins Fair, Lowrins Fair
Een was killed in Lowrins fair and the itherin was drooned in the Dee

They crowded in sae thick on him, sae thick on him, sae thick on him
Sae thick on him he couldnae fecht or flee

- Learnt by Clive Powell from Lizzie Higgins (not Jane Turrif as I thought) - a piping version her father Donald Higgins sang.