Abraham took Isaac's hand And led him to the lonesome hill While his daughter hid and watched She dared not breathe, she was so still
Just as an angel cried for the slaughter Abraham's daughter raised her voice
Then the angel asked her what her name was She said, "I have none" Then he asked, "How can this be?" "My father never gave me one"
And with his sword up, raised for the slaughter Abraham's daughter raised her bow "How darest you, child, defy your father?" "You better let young Isaac go"
