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In the sequence "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 roughest cat that roamed at large
Gravesend 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 torn and seedy, it was baggy at the
One ear was somewhat missing, no to tell you why
And he scowled upon a world from one forbidding eye

The cottagers of Rotherhithe something of his fame
At Hammersmith and Putney, people shuddered at his
They would fortify the hen house, lock up the silly
When the ran along the shore: Growltiger's on the loose!

Woe to the weak canary that fluttered from its
Woe to the pampered Pekinese, that faced rage
Woe the bristly bandicoot that lurks on foreign
And woe to any cat whom Growltiger came to grips

But to cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed
To cats of foreign name and race, no quarter was
The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with
it was a Siamese had mauled his missing 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 it lay rocking on the tide
And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger alone

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

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

And closer still and closer the sampans circled
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 their duet in danger of their lives

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

A nice house, from basement to garret
A nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the parrot 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 Lily LaRose, the that was,
She'd say "Billy! Billy M'Caw! give us,
Come give us a on the bar."
And Billy 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 order beer.
Lily, she was a girl what had in her head;
She wouldn't nothick, no not that much said.

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

"Billy! M'Caw!
Come give us a tune on your guitar!"
strike 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 order beer.

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

Then Genghis gave the signal to his fierce hordes
Abandoning their sampans, the chinks they swarmed
Abandoning sampans, their pullaways, and junks
battened down the hatches on the crew within their bunks

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

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

Oh there was joy in Wapping the news flew through the land
At Maidenhead and Henley was dancing on the Strand
Rats were roasted whole in Brentford and Victoria
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