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In the fantasy "Growltiger's Last 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 a crew of Siamese sailors.

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

His manners and did not calculate to please
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 hostile world one forbidding eye

The of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame
At Hammersmith and Putney, people at his name
would fortify 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 from its cage
Woe to the pampered Pekinese, that Growltiger's rage
Woe the bristly bandicoot that lurks on foreign
And woe to any cat with Growltiger came to grips

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

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

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger alone

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

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

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

Oh, how I remember the old Bull and Bush
Where we to go down of a Sattaday night,
Where, anything happened, it came 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 parrot Billy M'Caw,
brought 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! Billy M'Caw! Come us,
Come us a dance on the bar."
And Billy would on the bar, and Billy would dance on the bar.

And we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion make us all order more beer.
Lily, she was a girl what had in her head;
She wouldn't have nothick, no not that 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 through your eye.
But when we was 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!
Come give us a tune on 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 make us all order 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 feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would us all order more beer.

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

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

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

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

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

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