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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 feline sea 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 ever roamed at
Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims
Rejoicing in his of the "Terror of the Thames"

His and appearance did not calculate to please
His was torn and seedy, it was baggy at the knees
One ear was somewhat missing, no need to you why
And he upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye

The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his
At Hammersmith and Putney, people shuddered at his
would fortify the hen house, lock 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, faced Growltiger's rage
Woe the bristly bandicoot lurks on foreign ships
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 name and race, no was allowed
The Persian and the Siamese him with fear
Because it was a Siamese had mauled his ear

Now on a peaceful summer night all nature 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 to show his sentimental side

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger stood

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

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

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

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

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

Of a night, we was all feeling bright,
And LaRose, the barmaid that was,
She'd say "Billy! Billy M'Caw! Come us,
Come give us a on the bar."
And would dance on the bar, and Billy would dance on the bar.

And we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would make us all more beer.
Lily, she was a girl had brains in her head;
She wouldn't have nothick, no not 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 we was happy and just a bit dry,
Or when we was thirsty, and a bit sad,
She rap on the bar with that corkscrew she had

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

"Billy! M'Caw!
Come give us a on your 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 within their bunks

Then Griddlebone she a screech for she was badly 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 steel Growltiger did surround

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

Oh there was joy in Wapping when the flew through the land
At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the
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 from I hear tell
That of mystery when I made history