Fiddler Ole Haugen was a poor cottar high among the mountains.
"The Bridal March; One Day"
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
This creates a scornful smile On that rich man's face the while, Then unto his wife he goes, And in stern and angry mood Asks her why she sent the boy; Did she call that doing good Sending one of gentler blood, Just to watch a cottar die?
"The Emigrant Mechanic and Other Tales In Verse Together With Numerous Songs Upon Canadian Subjects"
Thomas Cowherd
When it came to making the iron ribbons for the sleigh runners he had to go across to the smithy; and there stood a cottar at work roughing horseshoes.
"The Great Hunger"
Johan Bojer