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