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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"
