fragmentary text of "The Wanderer," Anglo-Saxon poem
Well there's Hilde on my left and there's Devona on my right
And Mercia is the girl that I'll be with tonight
And when she asks me which one I love the best
I open up my kyrtul to show Aethelinde on my chest
I am the wanderer
They call me the wanderer
Yes I'm the wanderer
I go around and around and around and around
Oh where is the horse and rider, and where is the horn a blowin'?
Where is the helm and hauberk and the bright hair flowin'?