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Douglas McLean

An American performing in both English and Gaelic,  he plays guitar, bodhran and sings everything from traditional songs to his own original compositions.  Whether singing a hearfelt love ballad or a Scottish battle song, his music resides at the heart of Celtic culture.  He sings with a lot of passion and has a wide repertoire, which is firmly rooted in the Celtic tradition.  Doug has a great love and interest in the history, culture, language and music of the Celtic Nations, likely due to the fact that Doug's mother emigrated on the Queen Mary from the U.K. and that his ancestry is mainly Celtic.  Formerly with a popular duo: Dewar & McLean who recorded a critically acclaimed album called "Seeds Upon the Wind",  Doug is now a solo performer and lives in Folsom, California.  He is currently working on his first solo album.

Listen to some full tracks in MP3 format:

Fences of Stone

In centuries past, far up in the North , the Highlanders lived with the land.
They fished in the sea, grew crops in the fields, and lived brave and free in their clans.
Gael houses were made of mortar and stone, nestled in meadow and moor.
Their villages spanned the breadth of the land, from Duncansby Head to Ben Mor.

With a peat fire burning so bright in the hearth, singing the song of the Gael.
In a language that comes to you straight from the heart, echoing o'er hill and dale.

The pride of the Gael, the freedom they loved, one day disappeared from the land.
The Gentry had come with fire and sword, to clear out the folk of the Clans.
Cast out by their Chiefs, betrayed by the Crown, their culture and language were banned.
Forced out of their homes, into slavery sold and sent away to unknown lands.

And their houses were burning so bright in the North, this was the end of the Gael.
The cries of our people were heard in the night, echoing o'er hill and dale.

Their houses destroyed, stone after stone, from every meadow and moor.
Now, fences of stone span the breadth of the land, from Duncansby Head to Ben Mor.
Those days are long past, far up in the North and now only sheep rule the land.
The emptiness tells of sorrow and pain, the Clearances of the Clans.

copyright 1997  Dewar & McLean


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