Abraham's Daughter

Abraham took Isaac's hand

And led him to that lonesome hill

While his daughter hid and watched

She dared not breathe, she was so still

Just as the 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