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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 of Siamese sailors.

Growltiger was a bravo cat who travelled on a
In fact he was the roughest cat 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 torn and seedy, it was baggy at the
One ear was somewhat missing, no to tell you why
And he scowled upon a hostile world one forbidding eye

The cottagers of knew something of his fame
At Hammersmith and Putney, shuddered at his name
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 that fluttered from its cage
Woe to the Pekinese, that faced Growltiger's rage
Woe the bristly bandicoot that on foreign ships
And woe to any cat whom Growltiger came to grips

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

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

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger alone

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

Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but
And the seemed enraptured by my manly baritone
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 there was not heard a sound
The foe was armed with forks and cruel carving knives
And the lovers sang last duet in danger of their lives

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

A very house, from basement to garret
A very house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the parrot Billy 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 us a dance on the bar."
And Billy would dance on the bar, and Billy dance 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 have nothick, no not much said.

If it to an argument, or a dispute,
She'd settle it offhand the toe of her boot
Or as likely as not put her fist your eye.
But when we was happy and 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 us a tune on your pastoral flute!"
And strike up on his pastoral flute,
And Billy'd up on his pastoral flute.
And we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And would make us all order more beer.

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

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

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

Then she gave a screech for she was badly skeered
I am to admit it, but she quickly disappeared
She probably escaped ease I'm sure she was not drowned
But a serried ring of flashing steel 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 driven to drop
At the end of all his crimes was to go kerflip, kerflop

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

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