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In the fantasy sequence "Growltiger's Last Stand," Gus
one such triumph, the pirate Growltiger. In this sequence,
Growltiger, a feline sea captain and his amour, Griddlebone,
meet an end after battling a crew of Siamese sailors.

Growltiger was a bravo cat who on a barge
In fact he was the roughest cat ever roamed at large
From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil
in his title of the "Terror of the Thames"

His and appearance did not calculate to please
His was torn and seedy, it was baggy at the knees
One ear was somewhat missing, no to tell you why
And he scowled upon a world from one forbidding eye

The cottagers of Rotherhithe something of his fame
At Hammersmith and Putney, people shuddered at his
They would the hen house, lock up the silly goose
When the rumor ran along the Growltiger's on the loose!

Woe to the weak canary that fluttered its cage
Woe to the pampered Pekinese, that Growltiger's rage
Woe the bristly bandicoot lurks on foreign ships
And woe to any cat whom Growltiger came to grips

But to cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed
To cats of foreign name and race, no quarter was
The and the Siamese regarded him with fear
Because it was a Siamese had mauled his ear

Now on a summer night all nature seemed at play
The tender was shining bright, the barge at Molsey lay
All in the balmy moonlight it lay on the tide
And was disposed to show his sentimental side

In the of the vessel, Growltiger stood alone

Concentrating his attention on the lady
And his raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their
As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their

had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone
And the lady seemed enraptured by my baritone
Disposed to relaxation and no surprise
But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright blue

And closer still and closer the sampans 'round
And yet all the enemy there was not heard a sound
The foe was armed with toasting and cruel carving knives
And the lovers sang last duet in danger of their lives

Oh, how well I the old Bull and Bush
we used to go down of a Sattaday night,
Where, when anything happened, it with a rush,
For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was very

A very nice house, basement to garret
A very house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the named Billy M'Caw,
That brought all those to the bar.
Ah! He was the of the bar.

Of a Sattaday night, we was all bright,
And LaRose, the barmaid that was,
She'd say "Billy! M'Caw! Come give us,
Come give us a on the bar."
And Billy would dance on the bar, and Billy dance on the bar.

And then we'd feel balmy, in eye a tear,
And emotion make us all order more beer.
Lily, she was a girl what had in her head;
She have nothick, no not that much said.

If it to an argument, or a dispute,
She'd settle it offhand the toe of her boot
Or as likely as not put her fist your eye.
But we was happy and just a bit dry,
Or we was thirsty, and just a bit sad,
She would rap on the bar with that she had

And say "Billy! M'Caw!
give us a tune on your pastoral flute!"
And Billy'd up on his pastoral flute,
And strike up on his pastoral flute.
And then we'd balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would make us all more beer.

"Billy! M'Caw!
Come give us a tune on your guitar!"
Billy'd strike up on his guitar,
And strike up on his moley guitar.
And then we'd balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would make us all order beer.

"Billy! M'Caw!
Come give us a on your moley guitar!"
Ah! He was the of the bar.

Then Genghis gave the signal to his fierce hordes
Abandoning their sampans, the chinks they aboard
their sampans, their pullaways, and junks
They battened down the on the crew within their bunks

Then Griddlebone she gave a screech for she was badly
I am sorry to it, but she quickly disappeared
She probably escaped ease I'm sure she was not drowned
But a serried of flashing steel Growltiger did surround

The ruthless foe pressed in stubborn rank on rank
Growltiger to his vast was forced to walk the plank
He who a victims had driven to that drop
At the end of all his was forced to go kerflip, kerflop

Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news through the land
At and Henley there was dancing on the Strand
Rats roasted whole in Brentford and Victoria Dock
And a day of was commanded in Bangkok!

These productions are all very well
But there's nothing to equal from what I hear
That of mystery when I made history