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I saw her by the river fast
Scrubbing armor, red and vast
Three faces in the water shine
Badb, Macha, Nemain... mine.
Feather black and beak of bone
The Queen sits on a pile of stone.
Pick the eye.
Cut the thread.
Wash the clothes.
Count the dead.
Badb Catha, Badb Catha
An Morrígan, banríon an bháis
She is the battle.
She is the bed.
