'Yestreen I dreamed a dolefu'dream; I ken'd here wad be sorrow! I dreamed I pu'd the heather green, On the dowie banks o' Yarrow.' She gaed up yon high, high hillö I wat she gaed wi'sorrowö An' in the den spied nine dead men, On the dowie houms o' Yarrow.

-Ballads
'The Dowie Houms o' Yarrow'.

Ca'the yowes to the knowes, Ca'them whare the heather grows, Ca'them whare the burnie rowes, My bonie Dearie!

-Burns, Robert
  'Ca' the yowes to the knowes' (2nd version), chorus.

So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan; You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man; An''ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, with your 'ayrick 'ead of 'airö You big black boundin' beggaröfor you broke a British square!

-Kipling, (Joseph) Rudyard
  'Fuzzy- Wuzzy'.

I love a lassie, a bonnie, bonnie lassie, She's as pure as the lily in the dell. She's as sweet as the heather The bonnie bloomin' heatherö Mary, ma Scotch Bluebell.

-Lauder, Sir Harry (Hugh MacLennan)
  'I Love a Lassie', or 'Ma Scotch Bluebell', chorus.

Then strip lads, and to it, though sharp be the weather, And if, by mischance, you should happen to fall, There are worse things in life than a tumble on the heather And life is itself a game of football.

-Scott, Sir Walter
  On a matchbetween the Scottish teams Ettrick andSelkirk, published in the EdinburghJournal.