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In the fantasy sequence "Growltiger's Stand," Gus relives
one such triumph, playing the Growltiger. In this sequence,
Growltiger, a feline sea captain 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 ever roamed at large
From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil
in his title of the "Terror of the Thames"

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

The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew 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 along the Growltiger's on the loose!

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

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

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

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger stood

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

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

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

Oh, how well I remember the old Bull and
we used to go down of a Sattaday 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 parrot named M'Caw,
That brought all 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! Come us,
Come us a dance on the bar."
And Billy dance on the bar, and Billy would dance on the bar.

And then we'd feel balmy, in eye a tear,
And emotion would make us all more beer.
Lily, she was a girl what had brains in her
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 through your eye.
But when we was and just a bit dry,
Or we was thirsty, and just a bit sad,
She would rap on the bar with that she had

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

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

"Billy! M'Caw!
give us a tune 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 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 sorry to admit it, but she disappeared
She probably escaped with I'm sure she was not drowned
But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did

The foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on rank
to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank
He who a victims 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 flew through the land
At Maidenhead and Henley there was on the Strand
Rats were roasted whole in Brentford and Dock
And a day of was commanded in Bangkok!

These modern productions are all very
But nothing to equal from what I hear tell
That of mystery when I made history