Sir Bran of Lochiel is an inspiration to many a song writer. I’m particularly fond of one Greigy sings, that goes:

Will ye gang tae the highlands, Bran o’ Lochiel?
Will ye gang tae the highlands today?
Will ye gang tae the highlands, Bran o’ Lochiel?
Oh Bran, won’t ye please go away?

Your armour is sae verra tacky
Your tabard is yellow and red.
Will ye gang tae the highlands, Bran o’ Lochiel?
Oh Bran how we wish you were… in the highlands.

He got himself permission from some king or other to sail the high seas in the name of Lochac and the West. I wrote and performed this at the feast where this was announced.

[Mid-1990s sometime]

Come, batten the hatches and step the mast,
The time for lubberly living is past!
Haul up the mains’l and catch the breeze,
We’ll sail on the southerly seas.

The Admiral’s name is Bran,
A cunning and capable man;
Of women he’s fond –
He’s a natural blond,
‘Though his hair colour comes from a can.

Young Caity, she aims to please,
She’s the siren of southerly seas.
Better keep her away
From the caffeine today
Or she’ll tittilate, torment and tease.

The bo’sun is Greigy der Gross,
He knows how the navy life goes:
When a boat or canoe
Ever comes into view,
He whips out his whistle and blows.