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In the fantasy "Growltiger's Last Stand," Gus relives
one triumph, playing 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 on a barge
In he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large
From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil
Rejoicing in his of the "Terror of the Thames"

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

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

Woe to the weak canary that from its cage
Woe to the pampered Pekinese, that faced rage
Woe the bristly bandicoot that 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 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 summer night all nature seemed at play
The tender was shining bright, the barge 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

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

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

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

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

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

Of a Sattaday night, we was all bright,
And Lily LaRose, the that was,
She'd say "Billy! Billy M'Caw! Come 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 more beer.
Lily, she was a what had brains in her head;
She have 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 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 corkscrew she had

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

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

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

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

Griddlebone she gave a screech for she was badly skeered
I am sorry to admit it, but she quickly
She probably escaped ease I'm sure she was not drowned
But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did

The ruthless foe forward in stubborn 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 crimes was to go kerflip, kerflop

Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the
At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the
Rats were roasted 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 mystery when I made