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

Growltiger was a bravo cat who travelled on a
In fact he was the cat that ever roamed at large
From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his aims
Rejoicing in his 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 need to 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 along the shore: on the loose!

Woe to the canary that fluttered from its cage
Woe to the pampered Pekinese, that Growltiger's rage
Woe the bandicoot that lurks on foreign 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 regarded him with fear
Because it was a Siamese had mauled his ear

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

In the forepeak of the vessel, stood alone

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

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

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

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

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

Of a night, we was all feeling bright,
And Lily LaRose, the barmaid was,
say "Billy! Billy M'Caw! Come give us,
Come give us a 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 make us all more beer.
Lily, she was a girl had brains in her head;
She wouldn't 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 as not put her fist through 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 with that she had

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

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

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

Then Genghis gave the to his fierce Mongolian hordes
Abandoning their sampans, the chinks they swarmed
their sampans, their pullaways, and junks
They battened down the hatches on the crew within 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 she was not drowned
But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did

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

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

These productions are all very well
But there's to equal from what I hear tell
That moment of mystery when I history