Family of Murchad MACDIARMATA and Darbforgaill of LEINSTER

Husband:	Murchad MACDIARMATA (1025-1070)
Wife:	Darbforgaill of LEINSTER (1030-1080)
Children:	Donnhadh of LEINSTER (1050-1090)

Husband: Murchad MACDIARMATA

Wife: Darbforgaill of LEINSTER

Name:	Darbforgaill of LEINSTER
Sex:	Female
Father:	-
Mother:	-
Birth	1030	Leinster, Ireland
Occupation		Princess of Leinster
Death	8 Dec 1080 (age 49-50)	Dublin, Leinster, Ireland

Child 1: Donnhadh of LEINSTER

Name:	Donnhadh of LEINSTER
Sex:	Male
Birth	1050	Ireland
Death	8 Dec 1090 (age 39-40)	Dublin, Leinster, Ireland

Note on Husband: Murchad MACDIARMATA

Murchad mac Diarmata (died 1070) was a King of Leinster and Dublin. He was a member of Leinster's Uí Cheinnselaig dynasty.

 

Murchad was survived by his father Diarmait mac Maíl na mBó (died 1072). He was succeeded as King of Leinster by his son Domnall mac Murchada (died 1075), his brother Enna (died 1092) and Enna's son Diarmait (died 1098).

 

The family of Mac Murchadha (MacMurrough) and MacMurrough-Kavanagh took their name from him. His grandson, Dermot MacMurrough was King of Leinster 1126–1171, and became known as the man who brought the Normans to Ireland.

[edit] Murchad's death in the Annals of the Four Masters

 

Murchadh, son of Diarmaid, son of Mael-na-mbo, lord of the foreigners and of Leinster, under his father, died at Ath-cliath, precisely on Sunday, the festival of Mary, in winter. It was in lamentation of him the poet composed these quatrains:

 

There is grief for a chief king at Ath Cliath,

Which will not be exceeded till the terrible Judgment Day;

Empty is the fortress without the descendant of Duach,

Quickly was the vigour of its heroes cut down.

Sorrowful every party in the fortress

For their chief, against whom no army prevailed;

Since the body of the king was hidden from all,

Every evil has showered ever constant.

For Murchadh, son of Diarmaid the impetuous,

Many a fervent prayer is offered;

In sorrow for the death of the chief is every host

That was wont to defeat in the battle,

Great the sorrow that he was not everlasting;

Pity that death hath attacked him.

Too early it was that he removed from him his complexion,

That he removed one like him from his body.

Liberal of wealth was the grandson of Mael-na-mbo;

He bestowed horses, and he distributed cows,

For the sake of his going to God.

Who is it to whom 'tis best to give fleeting wealth?