Abraham's Daughter

Abraham took Isaac's hand

And led him to the lonesome hill

While his daughter hid and watched

She dare not breathe, she was so still

Just as an angel cried for the slaughter

Abraham's daughter raised her voiceThen 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 oneAnd when he saw her, raised for the slaughter

Abraham's daughter raised her bow

How dearest you, child, defy your father

You'd better let young Isaac go