"The Wanderer," from the original Anglo-Saxon. Really.

Where is the horse and rider? Where was the horn a-blowin'?
Where is the helm and the hauberk and the long hair flowin'?
They have gone down in the west, beyond the hills to shadow
The hall is now abandoned, and all the fields lay fallow,

They call me the wanderer
Yeah, the wanderer
I roam around, around, around.

Oh well there's Aelfhild on my left and there's Beohrtwyne on my right
And Frythgyda is the girl that I'll be with tonight
And when she asks of me which maid I love the best
I open up my hauberk to show the runes carved on my chest

'Cause I'm the wanderer
Yeah, the wanderer
I roam around, around, around

Oh well, I roam from town to town
I go through life without a care
And I'm as happy as a clown
With my good Frankish sword and I'm going nowhere