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In the fantasy sequence "Growltiger's Last Stand," Gus
one such triumph, playing the 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 he was the roughest cat that 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 missing, no need to tell you why
And he scowled upon a hostile world one forbidding eye

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

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

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

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

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger alone

Concentrating his on the lady Griddlebone
And his raffish were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks
As the Siamese came creeping in sampans and their junks

Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but
And the lady enraptured by my manly baritone
Disposed to relaxation and awaiting no
But the moonlight shone reflected a thousand bright blue eyes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then Genghis the signal to his fierce Mongolian hordes
Abandoning their sampans, the chinks swarmed aboard
Abandoning their sampans, pullaways, and junks
They down the hatches on the crew within their bunks

Then she gave a screech for she was badly skeered
I am sorry to admit it, but she quickly
She probably escaped with ease I'm sure she was not
But a serried ring of flashing steel did surround

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

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

These modern are all very well
But nothing to equal from what I hear tell
That moment of mystery when I made