† THE MANY TRUE FACES OF THE VOODOO QUEEN
MARIE LAVEAU †
one knows the face of Marie Laveau, we only
know her voodoo legacy, legend and myth!
there is plenty of tall tales and assorted
historical information about Marie Laveau
(Lavaux) and her daughter and namesake in
the legends and lore of Old New Orleans, known
as Marie II, photos or pictures of her do
not exist. The many drawings and paintings
alike of her actually do. But none capture
the real image of her. Schneiders painting
was done in the 1920's close to over 40 years
after her death. It is based on a painting
by George Caitlin which is of a lady wearing
a tignon (a required head-covering during
the slave era that evolved into fashionable
headress), and bares no reseblence of Marie
Laveau except by name. No portrait was ever
painted of her from life and no actual photo
of her has ever sufaced publically.
by Mickey Of Miami, Artwork by Ricardo Pustanio
of Marie Laveau: Franck Schneider,
Marie Laveau, c. 1920s, oil on canvas, Louisiana
State Museum, Baton Rouge, Louisiana. c.
I, the mother, supposedly was born in New
Orleans in 1794 and was considered a free
woman of color. Being a mulatto, she was of
mixed black, white and Indian blood. Sometimes
she was described as a descendant of French
aristocracy or a daughter of a wealthy white
planter. Her marriage to Jacques Paris, a
free man of color from Saint Dominque (Haiti),
is recorded as occurring on August 4, 1819;
the records also indicates the Marie Laveau
was an illegitimate daughter of Charles Laveau
and Marguerite Darcantrel. Marie was described
as tall and statuesque, with curly black hair,
reddish skin and "good" features
(then meaning more white than Negroid).
But so many
who try to make a likeness of her often paint
her as a black woman. By 1786, the increasing
assertiveness of black New Orleanians and
the growing numbers of free blacks alarmed
Spanish officials. The then Spanish Governor
attempted to restrict black mobility by suppressing
free black assemblies and banning concubinage.
He prohibited slaves from renting apartments,
buying liquor, or dancing in public squares
on days of religious obligation. Miró
criticized black women for their "idleness,"
"incontinence," and "libertinism"
and demanded that they renounce their "mode
of living." He threatened to punish Afro-Creole
women wearing feathers, jewels, or silks and
he prohibited all headdresses. It was then
that new decree required Creoles, people of
color & black women to wear their hair
bound in a tignon (kerchief) as a badge of
their lowly status in colonial society.
These women fought the new restriction
by wearing elaborately designed and brilliantly
colored tignons. The practice continued into
the 19th century.
Queen of The Voodoos, New Orleans 1940's
Hoodoo came into being when the Vodou of Haiti
was imported into French Louisiana by planters
and slaves fleeing the Haitian revolution.
When Voodoo was proscribed in New Orleans
as "insurrectionary," it went underground
and mythopoetic figures such as Dr. John and
Marie Laveau shaped its American manifestation.
It became Hoodoo when it dispersed out of
New Orleans into the southern black experience
and became the term for a variety of African
magical/religious practices that had survived
among assimilated slaves.
This Marie Laveau image
by New Orleans' artist, Dimitri Fouquet, of
his original oil paintings as featured on
CD "Creole Moon."
is that of a black Marie Laveau. With the
strangest hands that any woman or man could
ever possess. In the O riginal oil Painting
she is doing her voodoo work with a Large
footed cock over the familiar wood altar to
the Great Zombi Snake.
Voodoo Tarot of New
Marie Laveau (The High Priestess) by Sallie
The Voodoo Tarot of New Orleans
is a deck rich in primal spirituality. It
draws on images from the religion Santeria,
which weaves Catholic and African beliefs
into a vibrant tapestry. Sallie Ann Glasman
A reigning Voodoo Queen in New Orleans sees
her as a voluptious creole dark skinned woman
standing befor a curtain of cowerie shells.
there’s not a single person who grew
up in New Orleans without hearing about the
legend and powers of the city’s infamous
Queen of Voodoo. But no one Knows what she
truly looked like except from the many noted
descriptins given of her.
Marie Laveau: Free Woman of
“In a study of the role of women as
contemporary Vodou leaders, Karen McCarthy
Brown observes, ‘My impression is…that
almost always women of this type—those
who have both freedom and responsibility in
large measures—are the successful vodou
priestesses.’ As a free woman of color
earning her way in the world, Laveau epitomizes
the profile. Michael Ventura, a Los Angeles-based
newspaper columnist and critic of popular
culture, offers this following characterization:
‘Marie Laveau was what we once would
have called a witch and now might call a shaman.
In Haiti, she would have been called a mambo
and in New Orleans she was a queen.’
Whatever label she eventually merited, the
hairdresser Laveau—known as the Widow
Paris—came to be much in demand by the
ladies of Creole high society, and this work
is generally thought to have been the vast
catalogue of secrets and family skeletons
she maintained, and the network of servants
and slaves she developed to collect information
and do her bidding within the homes of the
rich and powerful.” This is an excerpt
from Barbara Rosendale Duggal’s essay
“Marie Laveau: The Voodoo Queen Repossessed”
in Sybil Kein’s “Creole.”
I have tried to capture the
spirit of a regal woman endowed with spiritual
powers and wisdom. This second version of
Marie is also based on a photograph of a 19th
Century painting of Laveau from the Louisiana
Marie Laveau Drawing by Charles
Gandolfo's Black and white
image very closely resembles the Franck Schneider
Louisiana Voodoo, also known
as New Orleans Voodoo is a term that is used
for a form of the Voodoo spirituality which
historically developed within the French-
and Louisiana Creole French-speaking African-American
population of the U.S. state of Louisiana.
An oft-mentioned historical figure in Louisiana
Voodoo is Marie Laveau.
New Orleans Historic Voodoo
Charles Gandolfo's original
painting of Marie Laveau hangs at the Voodoo
Museum in New Orleans.
In his image appears many of
the things associated with Laveaus life, from
the famous Masion Blanche, to mysterious secret
rituals , Voodoo gris-gris and the haunted
tomb in which she is so reported to be buried
The city of New Orleans plays
up the mystical side of Marie Laveau, the
stories of her spells and charms, the accounts
of her dancing with her large snake Zombi.
Marie was said to possess perpetual youth,
but the truth is that she had a daughter who
closely resembled her and carried on the tradition
by becoming a Voodoo high priestess after
her mother had retired.
Marie Laveau I and II mixed
medium and montage by Ricardo Pustanio. Marie
Laveau II in the fore ground. Marie Laveau
I upper right. This photo was taken as offerings
were presented at Sallie ann Glassmans Marie
Laveau Head washing ritual which is held each
year in June on Bayou St. John.
Mew Orleans Mardi Gras artist
Ricardo Pustanio used his own interpretations
of the Franck
Schneider images to produce these works of
art which now hang at the Achade Meadows peristyle,
located at 3319 Rosalie Alley, off of Rampart,
between Piety and Desire. His work is actually
paintings and montage on mirrors and have
many elements associated with Marie laveau
I and Laveau II. From jewlery to buttons and
many forms of Gris- Gris and voodoo curios.
Pictured from L to R, Staff Managing Editor
for Haunted America Tours Alyne Pustanio,
Mambo Sallie Ann Glassman, and Well known
New Orleans Mardi Gras Artist For The Krewe
Of Mid City Parade, and Haunted America Tours
Marie Laveau succeeded Sanite
Dede as the voodoo queen (high priestess)
of New Orleans sometime around 1830. No one
in the hierarchy of voodoo priests and priestesses
disputed the take over and Laveau's rise to
that position, for it was widely known that
she was gifted with powers of sorcery and
the ability to fashion charms of unfailing
efficacy. Laveau was a Creole freewoman, and
by profession a hair dresser.
Ode to Marie Laveau
(Pastels on Arches Paper, 2002)
This piece was created with two students from
the sixth grade class at McDonogh 15, who
drew objects they associated with the popular
beliefs of Voodoo practices. Just the word
“voodoo” drew some of the most
interesting responses, and the objects they
related with this mysterious religion were
candles, potion flasks and voodoo dolls. I
began the Laveau portrait, they drew their
iconography, and I integrated their imagery
with the whole drawing. This is the first
drawing that began the series as I chose to
create my own version of Marie Laveau, the
most famous figure of the “free people
of color”. This portrait is based on
a photo reproduction of a painting in Mary
Gehman’s “Women and New Orleans”
book. The image is attributed to be “Marie
Leveau”, and the actual painting hangs
at the Louisiana State Museum in New Orleans.
(This piece is in the permanent collection
of the Ogden Museum of Southern Art). www.torrestama.com/ogden/index.html
Dr. Martha Ward's book Cover:
Voodoo Queen TheSpirited Lives O f Marie Laveau.
Dr. Ward is a University Research
Professor: Anthropology and Urban Studies
Book artwork by Richard Lewis
Author answers questions about
the Spirited Lives and Times of Marie Laveau
1. What color was Marie Laveau?
Red, yellow, brown, black, golden,
rosy brick, peach, banana, apricot, light,
bright, and fair—or so people in New
Orleans swore. They themselves and all their
family members insisted to their dying breaths
that they were Creole—multiracial, multi-cultural,
Many artist See Marie Laveau
as a black woman others see her a fair golden
skined Creole. Richard Lewis painted her as
the blue lady with her Snake zombi around
her neck in the full moon voodoo light.
Voodoo Queen author, Martha
Ward, is quoted in New York Times article
"Something very real is happening,"
said Martha Ward, a professor of anthropology
at the University of New Orleans who wrote
one of the forthcoming books about Laveau.
"Americans today are hungry for spiritual
fulfillment, and voodoo offers a direct experience
with the sacred that appeals to more and more
"This is especially
visible in New Orleans, which has always been
a center of those beliefs," Ms Ward said,
"Marie Laveau rules the imagination of
this city. People think about her, see her,
have visions of her, dream about her, talk
to her. I know because these people are showing
up on my doorstep almost every day."
from "Interest Surges in Voodoo, and
Its Queen," New York Times, November
So what is the true face of
this voodoo queen?
Computoer art of Marie Laveau
by Mary Waite
The Voodoo Queen: Book VooDoo
Marie Laveau art on the cover of Robert Talents
Book The Voodoo Queen by
Marie Laveau's grave
in New Orleans is visited daily by curiosity
seekers and true believers of voodoo.
Legend has it that you should make three
"X" marks with red brick found
nearby, place your hand over the marks,
close your eyes, and knock hard against
the tomb three times.
suggested by many New Orleans tourist
guides that the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans
still grants wishes.
COVER THE PASSING OF MARIE LAVEAU!
Marie Philomene Laveau Glapion
DEATH OF MARIE LAVEAU
A WOMAN WITH A WONDERFUL HISTORY
ALMOST A CENTURY OLD, CARRIED TO THE TOMB
Those who have passed by the quaint old house
on St. Ann, between Rampart and Burgundy streets
with the high frail looking fence in front
over which a tree or two is visible, have
been within the last few years, noticed through
the open gateway a decrepid old lady with
snow white hair, and a smile of peace and
contentment lighting up her golden features.
For a few years past she has been missed from
her accustomed place. The feeble old lady
lay upon her bed with her daughter and grand
children around her ministering to her wants.
On Wednesday the invalid sank
into the sleep, which knows no waking. Those
whom she had befriended crowded into the little
room where she was exposed, in order to obtain
a last look at the features, smiling even
in death, of her who had been so kind to them.
At 5 o'clock yesterday evening
Marie Laveau was buried in her family tomb
in St. Louis Cemetery No. 1. Her remains were
followed to the grave by a large concourse
of people, the most prominent and the most
humble joining in paying their last respects
to the dead. Father Mignot conducted the funeral
Marie Laveau was born ninety-eight
years ago. Her father was a rich planter,
who was prominent in all public affairs, and
served in the Legislature of this State. Her
mother was Marguerite Henry, and her grandmother
was Marguerite Semard. All were beautiful
women of color. The gift of beauty was hereditary
in the family, and Marie inherited it in the
fullest degree. When she was twenty-five years
old she was led to the altar by Jacques Paris,
a carpenter. This marriage took place at the
St. Louis Cathedral. Pere Antoine, of beloved
memory, conducting the service, and Mr. Mazureau
the famous lawyer, acting as witness. A year
afterwards Mr. Paris disappeared, and no one
knows to this day what became of him. After
waiting a year for his return she married
Capt. Christophe Glapion. The latter was also
very prominent here, and served with distinction
in the battalion of men of San Domingo, under
D'Aquin, with Jackson in the war of 1815.
Fifteen children were the result
of their marriage. Only one of these is now
alive. Capt. Glapion died greatly registered,
on the 26th of June, 1855. Five years afterwards
Marie Laveau, became ill, and has been sick
ever since, her indisposition becoming more
pronounced and painful within the last ten
Besides being very beautiful
Marie also was very wise. She was skillful
in the practice of medicine and was acquainted
with the valuable healing qualities of indigenous
She was very successful as a
nurse, wonderful stories being told of her
exploits at the sick bed. In yellow fever
and cholera epidemics she was always called
upon to nurse the sick, and always responded
promptly. Her skill and knowledge earned her
the friendship and approbation, of those sufficiently
cultivated, but the ignorant attributed her
success to unnatural means and held her in
Notably in 1853 a committee
of gentlemen, appointed at a mass meeting
held at Globe Hall, waited on Marie and requested
her on behalf of the people to minister to
the fever stricken. She went out and fought
the pestilence where it was thickest and many
alive today owe their salvation to her devotion.
Not alone to the sick man was
Marie Laveau a blessing. To help a fellow
citizen in distress she considered a priceless
privilege. She was born in the house where
she died. Her mother lived and died there
before her. The unassuming cottage has stood
for a century and a half. It was built by
the first French settlers of adobe and not
a brick was employed in its construction.
When it was erected it was considered the
handsomest building in the neighborhood. Rampart
street was not then in existence, being the
skirt of a wilderness and latterly a line
of entrenchment. Notwithstanding the decay
of her little mansion, Marie made the sight
of it pleasant to the unfortunate. At anytime
of night or day any one was welcome to food
Those in trouble had but to
come to her and she would make their cause
her own after undergoing great sacrifices
in order to assist them.
Besides being charitable, Marie
was also very pious and took delight in strengthening
the allegiance of souls to the church. She
would sit with the condemned in their last
moments and endeavor to turn their last thoughts
to Jesus. Whenever a prisoner excited her
pity Marie would labor incessantly to obtain
his pardon, or at least a commutation of sentence,
and she generally succeeded.
A few years ago, before she
lost control of her memory, she was rich in
interesting reminiscences of the early history
of this city. She spoke often of the young
American Governor Claiborne, and told how
the child-wife he brought with him from Tennessee
died of the yellow fever shortly after his
arrival with the dead babe upon her bosom
was buried in a corner of the old American
Cemetery. She spoke sometimes of the strange
little man with the wonderful bright eyes
Aaron Burr, who was so polite and so dangerous.
She loved to talk of Lafayette, who visited
New Orleans over half a century ago. The great
Frenchman came to see her at her house, and
kissed her on the forehead at parting.
She remembered the old French
General, Humbert, and was one of the few colored
people who escorted to the tomb long since
dismantled in the catholic Cemetery, the withered
and grizzly remains of the hero of Castelbar.
Probably she knew Father Antoine better than
any living in those days - for he the priest
and she the nurse met at the dying bedside
of hundreds of people - she to close the faded
eyes in death, and he, to waft the soul over
the river to the realms of eternal joy.
All in all Marie Laveau was
a most wonderful woman. Doing good for the
sake of doing good alone, she obtained no
reward, oft times meeting with prejudice and
loathing, she was nevertheless contented and
did not lag in her work. She always had the
cause of the people at heart and was with
them in all things. During the late rebellion
she proved her loyalty to the South at every
opportunity and fully dispensed help to those
who suffered in defense of the "lost
cause." Her last days were spent surrounded
by sacred pictures and other evidences of
religion, and she died with a firm trust in
heaven. While God's sunshine plays around
the little tomb where her remains are buried,
by the side of her second husband, and her
sons and daughters, Marie Laveau's name will
not be forgotten in New Orleans. Daily Picayune
- June 18, 1881
Death of the Queen of the Voudous
Just Before St. John's Eve.
"On the eve of St. John
I must wander alone,
In thy bower, I may not be!"
" Marie Glassion, nee Lavaux, was buried
yesterdy evening, and her funeral was attended
by large numbers of the colored population.
Marie Lavaux, as is well-known by all the
old residents of the city, was the queen of
the Voudous, that curious sect of superstitious
darkies that combined the hard traditions
of African Legends with the fetich worship
of our Creole Negroes.
She was a woman of some presence
and considerable conversational powers. Somewhat
bent with years when she last officiated as
regnant mistress of her weird domain, she
yet retained a remarkable control over her
whilom subjects and impressed them with her
sovereignty. As a rule reticent on subjects
other than fetich worship, she was somewhat
loquacious and quite a spirited talker.
Her eyes were peculiar in their
look and had considerable magnetism about
them. Her face was of the old Negro type,
expressionless except when highly animated,
wrinkled from forehead to chin and with a
skin not unlike parchment.
She was a peculiar character,
and one which essentially belongs to an era
of Louisiana long since passed away. That
remarkable woman died at the advanced age
of ninety-eight years, and it is curious that
her demise should have happened within a few
days of the "eve of good St. John,"
which is the anniversary of the Voudous, and
which has been commemorated by the sect under
her regency, for the last forty years, on
the twenty-fourth of June of each year. When
the next celebration comes, the Voudous will
have no queen and on the eve of St. John Marie
Lavaux will be voudouing with the ghosts of
the past and her charms and incantations,
will be of no avail. For she had love charms
that brought lovers together and fearful drugs
that sundered loving souls. Among her people
her incantations, fetiches and charms were
supposed to be without fail, and thousands
crowded around her to obtain relief, fortune
or revenge. How they were satisfied is neither
here nor there, but they believed in the dark
superstition, and faith covered all the faults
and lies that made her a sorceress and a queen.
With Marie Lavaux dies the last of these old
Negro Creole characters that had almost risen
in New Orleans up to the standard illustrations.
First went old Zabette, the
celebrated cake woman of the St. Louis Cathedral,
who in old times delighted the children and
even some of the grown folks with her home-made
pastry and delicious "boiere du pays,"
always kept cool in a bucket of clearest water.
Of early mornings Zabette gave out choice
black coffee in tiny cups to her clients,
and we remember an old song composed ex tempore
by a representative Creole on a certain morning
succeeding a sleepless night, which she took
as the price of a cup of coffee, and which
began in this wise:
"Piti fille, piti fille,
Piti fille qui couri dan de lo."
Then went Rose, the coffee woman of the French
Market, one of the comeliest of her race,
black as Erebus, but smiling always and amicable
as dawn. Her coffee was the essence of the
fragrant bean, and since her death the lovers
of that divine beverage wander listlessly
around the stalls of Sunday mornings with
a pining at the bosom which cannot be satisfied.
Now Marie Lavaux is gone, the
least graceful or poetic of these strange
personations of the past, but undoubtedly
the most powerful, and we can say that with
her vanishes the embodiment of the fetich
superstition and the last representative of
that class whose peculiar idiosyncracies were
derived from the habits and customs of old
Louisiana. Much evil dies with her, but should
we not add, a little poetry?" New Orleans
Democrat - June 17, 1881
Marie Laveau Statue on slate By Artist Ricardo
A SAINTED WOMAN
"Who has been stuffing our contemporaries
in the matter of the defunct voudou queen,
Marie Lavoux? For they have undoubtedly been
stuffed, nay crammed, by some huge practical
joker. The informant for all is evidently
the same, as the stories of the Picayune,
Item and States consist admirably in their
uniform departure from historical fact. According
to the accounts of these esteemed but deluded
contemporaries, Marie Lavoux was a saint,
who had spent a life of self-sacrifice and
abnegation in doing good to her fellow-mortals,
and whose immaculate spirit was all but too
pure for this world.
One of them even so far in his
enthusiasm as to publish a touching interview
with the sainted woman, in which the reporter
boasts of having deposited a chaste kiss on
her holy forehead. We are sorry for that reporter
if his story is true, for if he really believes
it all, his only consolation is in the fact
that greenness is the color of hope. These
fictions had one good result, for they created
a vast amount of merriment among the old Creole
residents, and in fact among all men of mature
age who knew the social history of their time
in New Orleans.
The fact is that the least said
about Marie Lavoux's sainted life, etc., the
better. She was, up to an advanced age, the
prime mover and soul of the indecent orgies
of the ignoble Voudous; and to her influence
may be attributed the fall of many a virtuous
woman. It is true that she had redeeming traits.
It is a peculiar quality of the old race of
Creole Negroes that they are invariably kind-hearted
and charitable. Marie Lavoux made no exception.
But talk about her morality and kiss her sainted
brow - pouah!!! The New Orleans Democrat,
June 18, 1881
The last account we have of
her was published in 1886 by George W. Cable,
one of the most respected Southern journalists
of his era:
"I once saw, in extreme
old age, the famed Marie Laveau. Her dwelling
was in the quadroon quarter of New Orleans
... In the center of a small room whose ancient
cypress floor was worn with scrubbing, sprinkled
with crumbs of soft brick -- a Creole affectation
of superior cleanliness -- sat, quaking with
feebleness in an ill-looking old rocking chair,
her body bowed, her wild, gray witch's tresses
hanging about her shriveled, yellow neck,
the queen of the Voodoos. Three generations
of her children were within the faint beckon
of her helpless, wagging wrist and fingers
... one could hardly help but see that her
face, now so withered, had once been handsome
and commanding. There was still a faint shadow
of departed beauty in the forehead, the spark
of an old fire in the sunken, glistening eyes,
and vestige of imperiousness in the fine,
slightly aquiline nose, and even about her
silent, woebegone mouth ... Her daughter was
also present, a woman of some 70 years, and
a most striking and majestic figure. In features,
stature and bearing she was regal. One had
but to look at her, and impute her brilliances
-- too untamable and severe to be called charms
and graces -- to her mother, and remember
what New Orleans was long years ago, to understand
how the name of Marie Laveau should have driven
herself inextricably into the traditions of
the town and the times."
On June 16, 1881, word went
out that Marie Laveau was dead. The Times
Democrat wrote, "Much evil dies with
her, but should we not add, a little poetry
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The following are some places
of interest that any fan of Marie Laveau must
include for a perfect visit to the haunts
of this most famous Voodoo Queen Of New Orleans.
1801 Dauphine Street Marie -Laveau's father's
1900 block of North Rampart
Street (in Faubourg Marigny) - wedding house
1016, 1028, 1022, 1020 St.
Ann (originally 152 Rue St. Ann) -house received
after helping win a falsely accused rape case
St. Louis No. 1, Crypt No.
3 - reported site of Marie Laveau's tomb
723 Rue Dumaine - New Orleans
Historic Voodoo Museum
729 Bourbon Street - Marie
Laveau's House of Voodoo
Notes and Bibliography
1. Robert Tallant, Voodoo in New Orleans (Gretna:
Pelican Publishing Company, 1946), p. 53.
2. Ibid., 54.
3. Jessie Mulira, "The Case of Voodoo
in New Orleans" in Africanisms in American
Culture, ed. Joseph E. Holloway (Bloomington:
Indiana University Press, 1990), p. 49.
4. Adrian Nicholas McGrath, The Voodoo Queen,
5. Mulira, p. 54.
6. Guiley, Rosemary Ellen.
The Encyclopedia of Witches and Witchcraft.
New York: Facts On File, 1989 [ISBN 0-8160-2268-2]
Antippas, A.P. "A Brief
History of Voodoo." New Orleans: Hembco,
Gandalfo, Charles. "Marie
Laveau of New Orleans." New Orleans:
New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum, 1992.Haskins,
Jim. Voodoo and Hoodoo. Briarcliff Manor:
Stein and Day, 1978.
Martinez, Raymond J. Mysterious
Marie Laveau, Voodoo Queen. New Orleans: Hope
Mulira, Jessie Gaston. "The
Case of Voodoo in New Orleans." In Joseph
E. Holloway, ed., Africanisms in American
Culture. Bloomington: Indiana University Press,
Tallant, Robert. Voodoo in
New Orleans. Gretna: Pelican Publishing, 1956.
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voodoo priestess to have ...
IN NEW ORLEANS & MARIE LAVEAU
No study of ghostly tales or strangeness in
New Orleans would be complete without mention
of Marie Laveau, the unchallenged "Queen
of Voodoo" in New Orleans ...
Creoles | Marie Laveau
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in New Orleans: Marie Laveau Photos
This was once the house of Marie Laveau II,
one of the orignal Marie's fifteen children.
It is now a tourist shop called Marie Laveau's
House of Voodoo. ...
Performed by Bobby Bare
Written by Shel Silverstein and Baxtor
The most famous of the voodoo queens
that ever existed
Is Marie Laveau, down in Louisanaa
There's a lot of wierd, ungodly tales
She's supposed to have a lot of magic
potions, spells and curses....
Down in Louisana,
where the black trees grow
Lives a voodoo lady named Marie Laveau
Got ablack cat's tooth and a Mojo bone
And anyone who wouldn't leave her alone
She'd go (growl) another man done gone.
She lives in a swamp
in a hollow log
With a one-eyed snake and a three-legged
She's got a bent, bony body and stringy
If she ever seen y'all messin' 'round
She'd go (growl) another man done gone.
And then one night
when the moon was black
Into the swamp come handsome Jack
A no good man like you all know
(TALK) He was lookin' around for Marie
He said Marie Laveau,
you handsome witch
Gimme a little a little charm that'll
make me rich
Gimme a million dollars and I tell you
what I'll do
This very night, I'm gonna marry you
Then It'll be (growl) another man done
So Marie done some magic, and she shook
a little sand
Made a million dollars and she put it
in his hand
Then she giggled and she wiggled, and
she said Hey, Hey
I'm gettin' ready for my weddin' day.
But old handsome Jack
he said goodbye Marie
You're too damned ugly for a rich man
Then Marie started mumblin', her fangs
Her body started tremblin', and her
eyes started flashin'
And she went (growl) another man done
So if you ever git
down where the black trees grow
And meet a voodoo lady named Marie Laveau
If she ever asks you to make her your
Man, you better stay with her for the
rest of your life
Or it'll be (growl) another man done
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