Music composed by W. H. COULSTON.
Original Publication 1863 by Lee & Walker, Copyright 1801 by W. H. Coulston

Oh, white folks, listen, will you now,
This darkie's gwine to sing;
I've hitupon a subject now I think will be the thing.
I never like to mix at all With any one's affairs,
But my opinion am just now 'Bout folks that put on airs.

Chorus (SATB)
No use talking, No use talking,
it's go now ev'rywhere;
To do as folks of fashion do,
You've got to put on airs.

De politician, first of all,
On 'lection day will stand,
And every man dat passes by,
He'll shake him by de hand.
But when he gets a good fat job,
For dat am all he cares,
He thinks himself some pumkins den;
Oh, don't he put on airs? (Chorus)

When a gal gets about sixteen,
She 'gins to think she's some;
A fop dat sports a big moustache,
She kinder likes to come,
Two hours before de looking glass,
To meet him she prepares;
And when she gets her fixin's on,
Oh, don't she put on airs? (Chorus)

A boy, too, when he's 'bout half grown,
Although he's "nary red."
Has lots of hair around his mouth,
But none upon his head.
He patronizes tailor shops,
Gets trust for all he wears;
And when he goes amongst de gals,
Oh, don't he put on airs. (Chorus)

Dar's de great Atlantic cable,
Some time ago 'twas laid;
Both Uncle Sam and Johnny Bull
Den thought dare fortunes made.
Somehow or other, I don't know,
But folks dat hold de shares
Begin to kinder think de thing
Am puttin' on some airs. (Chorus)

'Tis true we Yankees go ahead
In all we undertake;
There's Tenbroeck and great Rarey, too,
Can British horses break.
Dar's Murphy next, a chess-man he
His laurels proudly wears.
Old Johhny Bull can't come to tea,
And needn't put on airs.