“Mo Chraoibhin Aoibhinn Aluinn Og (My Pleasant Beautiful Young Little Branch)”


The harper says his true love is "bound and bleeding 'neath the oppressor." Her riches and beauty gone, she is deserted by many "crouching now like cravens" "Arouse to vengeance, men of brav'ry"


  1. OLochlainn-More 85, "Mo Chreeveen Eeven Aulin Og" (1 text, 1 tune)
  2. BI, OLcM085


Author: unknown
Earliest date: 1845 (_The Spirit of the Nation,_ according to OLochlainn-More)
Found in: Ireland