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Ian Duhig What is the story In this dramatic monologue a farmer hires a young man to help with his cows The new hand is uncannily good with the cattle his affinity has a magical quality to it A turning point occurs at the end of the first stanza the hireling is revealed to be a warlock and t ID: 543973

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The Lammas Hireling

Ian DuhigSlide2

What is the story?

In this dramatic monologue a farmer hires a young man to help with his cows. The new hand is uncannily good with the cattle, his affinity has a magical quality to it. A turning point occurs at the end of the first stanza, the hireling is revealed to be a warlock and the farmer kills him. After this the narrator’s luck runs out and the poem takes on the form of a confessional. Slide3

How is the story told?

Work through each stanza, what is taking place? Identify the archaic or dialect words – what effect do these have on the narrative? How do they affect the atmosphere?

What is the role of magic and superstition in the poem?How would you describe the relationship between the narrator and the hireling?Where are the moments of transformation? How do the sound patterns dramatize this idea?

Explore the boundaries between the real/supernatural, animal/human, male/female, guilt/innocence, life/death, sleeping/waking, and sanity/madness.

Consider the effects of

the vowel sounds and the change

in

pronouns

.Slide4

Dialect

Lammas – festival of ‘loafmass’ 1

st August, traditionally a time for hiring help with the harvest.‘a cow with leather horns’ – Irish riddle meaning hare – one of the most magical creatures in British folklore.‘muckle’ – much.

‘elf-shot- - cursed.

‘casting ball’ – process of making shot for a shotgun, gamekeepers often made their own.Slide5

Unreliable narrator?

The reader is forced into the position of a priest at the end of the poem but the narrator only offers us a partial confession – what is he not telling us?

Is he sexually attracted to the hireling?What happened to his wife?Is he in ‘sound mind’ or has his subconscious/disturbed mind conjured up this demonic image of the hireling?

Why can he not tell us everything?Slide6

How do Ian Duhig and Roderick Ford present their mythical/folklore characters in their poems ‘The Lammas Hireling’ and ‘Giuseppe? Slide7

After the fair, I’d still a light heart

And a heavy purse, he struck so cheap.

And cattle doted on him: in his timeMine only dropped heifers, fat as cream.Yields doubled. I grew fond of companyThat knew when to shut up. Then one night,

Disturbed from dreams of my dear late wife,

I hunted down her torn voice to his pale form.

Stock-still in the light from the dark lantern,

Stark-naked but for the fox-trap biting his ankle,

I knew him a warlock, a cow with leather horns.

To go into the hare gets you muckle sorrow,Slide8

The wisdom runs, muckle care. I levelled

And blew the small hour through his heart.

The moon came out. By its yellow witnessI saw him fur over like a stone mossing.His lovely head thinned. His top lip gathered.His eyes rose like bread. I carried him

In a sack that grew lighter at every step

And dropped him from a bridge. There was no

Splash. Now my herd’s elf-shot. I don’t dream

But spend my nights casting ball from half-crowns

And my days here. Bless me, Father, I have sinned.

It has been an hour since my last confession.