- published: 30 Dec 2009
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In Irish mythology, the goddess Airmed (also given as Airmid) was one of the Tuatha Dé Danann. With her father Dian Cecht and brother Miach, she healed those injured in the Second Battle of Magh Tuiredh.
After her jealous father slew her brother, Miach, Airmed wept over her brother's grave. Watered by her tears, all the healing herbs of the world sprung from the earth over Miach's body, and Airmed collected and organized them all, spreading them on her cloak. Once again, their father lashed out, and scattered the herbs. For this reason, no living human knows all the secrets of herbalism. Only Airmed remembers.
Along with Dian Cecht, Ochtriullach, and Miach, Airmed was one of the enchanters whose incantation sung over the well of Sláine was able to resurrect the dead.
In the dying, dying wind
Hear the Black Snake sing the blues
In the dying, dying wind
Hear the Black Snake sing the blues
All the saints will fall into sin
And there's nothing you can do
If the devil gives no pardon
Is my waiting all in vain
If the devil gives no pardon
Is my waiting all in vain
If the Black Snake takes my soul
Does the story stay the same
Could you please bathe me down in the river
And please try to save my soul
Could you bathe me down in the river
And please try to save my soul
Is that Black Snake takes my soul
Do you feel the river running cold
Save me please st. Peter
Keep me from the fire
Walk me into heaven
And let me hear the choir
Because I've cried my tears sweet Jesus
And I've fallen into shame
I have cried my tears sweet Jesus
And I've fallen into shame
Now the Black Snake has my soul