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In the fantasy sequence "Growltiger's Last Stand," Gus
one such triumph, playing the pirate Growltiger. In sequence,
Growltiger, a feared feline sea and his amour, Griddlebone,
meet an untimely end battling a crew of Siamese sailors.

Growltiger was a bravo cat who 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 manners and appearance did not calculate to
His was torn and seedy, it was baggy at the knees
One ear was somewhat missing, no to tell you why
And he scowled upon a hostile from one forbidding eye

The cottagers of knew something of his fame
At Hammersmith and Putney, people at his name
would fortify the hen house, lock up the silly goose
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 Growltiger's
Woe the bristly that lurks on foreign ships
And woe to any cat with whom Growltiger to grips

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

Now on a peaceful summer night all nature seemed at
The moon was shining bright, the barge 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, Growltiger stood

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

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

And closer and closer the sampans circled 'round
And yet from all the enemy there was not 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
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 nice house, from basement to garret
A very house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the named Billy M'Caw,
brought 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! M'Caw! Come give us,
Come us a dance on the bar."
And Billy would dance on the bar, and Billy would 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 likely as not put her fist through eye.
But we was happy and just a bit dry,
Or we was thirsty, and just a bit sad,
She would rap on the bar 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 Billy'd strike up on his flute.
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!"
strike up on his moley guitar,
And strike up on his moley guitar.
And then feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion make us all order more beer.

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

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

Then Griddlebone she gave a screech for she was badly
I am to admit it, but she quickly disappeared
She probably with ease I'm sure she was not drowned
But a serried of flashing steel Growltiger did surround

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

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

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