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In the sequence "Growltiger's Last 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 that ever roamed at
From Gravesend up to Oxford he 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 need to you why
And he scowled upon a hostile world one forbidding eye

The of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame
At and Putney, people shuddered at his name
They would fortify the hen house, lock up the goose
When the rumor ran along the Growltiger's on the loose!

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

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

Now on a peaceful summer night all seemed at play
The moon 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 side

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger stood

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

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

And still and closer the sampans circled 'round
And yet from all the there was not heard a sound
The foe was with 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 anything happened, it came a rush,
For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was very

A very nice house, from to garret
A nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the parrot named 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! M'Caw! Come give us,
Come give us a on the bar."
And Billy would dance on the bar, and Billy 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 brains in her
She wouldn't have nothick, no not 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 and just 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 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!"
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 on your moley guitar!"
Ah! He was the of the bar.

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

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

The foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on rank
Growltiger to his surprise 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 through the
At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the
Rats were roasted whole in and Victoria Dock
And a day of celebration was in Bangkok!

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