"Yes, the lad did all that his mother bade him. He set off and wooed a lass, and she thought he couldn't be so bad a fellow after all; and so she said, 'Yes, she would have him.'
"When the lad got home the goody wanted to know what his sweetheart's name was; but he did not know. So the goody got angry and said, he must just set off again, for she would know what the girl's name was. So when Matt was going home again he had sense enough to ask her what she was called. 'Well,' she said, 'my name is Solvy; but I thought you knew it already.'
"So Matt ran off home, and as he went he mumbled to himself,
"'Solvy, Solvy,
Is my darling!
Solvy, Solvy,
Is my darling?'
"But just as he was running as hard as he could to reach home before he forgot it, he tripped over a tuft of grass, and forgot the name again. So when he got on his feet again he began to search all round the hillock, but all he could find was a spade. So he seized it and began to dig and search as hard as he could, and as he was hard at it up came an old man.
"'What are you digging for?' said the man. 'Have you lost anything here?'
"'Oh yes! oh yes! I have lost my sweetheart's name, and I can't find it again.'
"'I think her name is Solvy,' said the man.
"'Oh yes, that's it,' said Matt, and away he ran with the spade in his hand, bawling out,
"'Solvy, Solvy,
Is my darling!'