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 cries 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 raised for
the slaughter, Abraham's
daughter raised her
bow
"How darest you, child, defy
your father!"
"You better let young Isaac
go."