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

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

His manners and appearance did not calculate to
His coat was 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 and Putney, people shuddered at his name
They fortify the hen house, lock up the silly goose
When the rumor ran the shore: Growltiger's on the loose!

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

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

Now on a peaceful summer night all seemed at play
The tender moon was bright, the barge at Molsey lay
All in the moonlight it lay rocking on the tide
And Growltiger was disposed to show his side

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger stood

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

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

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

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

A very nice house, from basement to
A nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the parrot named 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 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 would on the bar.

And then we'd balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would make us all 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,
She'd settle it with 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 when we was thirsty, and a bit sad,
She would rap on the bar with that she had

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

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

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

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

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

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

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