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 when he saw her raised for the slaughter

Abraham's daughter raised her bow

How darest you child defy your father

You better let young isaac go