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

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

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

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

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

But most to of foreign race his hatred had been vowed
To cats of name and race, no quarter was allowed
The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with
Because it was a Siamese had mauled his 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 of the vessel, Growltiger stood alone

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

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

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

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

A very nice house, from 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 Lily LaRose, the barmaid 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 would on the bar.

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

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

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

"Billy! M'Caw!
give us a tune on your moley 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 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 gave the signal to his Mongolian hordes
their sampans, the chinks they swarmed aboard
Abandoning sampans, their pullaways, and junks
They battened down the hatches on the within their bunks

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

The ruthless foe forward in stubborn rank on rank
Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to the plank
He who a hundred 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 flew through the land
At Maidenhead and there was dancing on the Strand
Rats were roasted whole in and Victoria Dock
And a day of celebration was in Bangkok!

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