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In the sequence "Growltiger's Last Stand," Gus relives
one triumph, playing the pirate Growltiger. In this sequence,
Growltiger, a feline sea captain and his amour, Griddlebone,
meet an untimely end after a crew of Siamese sailors.

Growltiger was a bravo cat who on a barge
In fact he was the roughest cat ever roamed at large
From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his aims
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 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, shuddered at his name
They would 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 from its cage
Woe to the pampered Pekinese, faced Growltiger's rage
Woe the bristly bandicoot that on foreign ships
And woe to any cat with whom Growltiger came to

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
Because it was a Siamese had his missing ear

Now on a peaceful summer all nature seemed at play
The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at lay
All in the balmy moonlight it lay on the tide
And was disposed to show his sentimental side

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger stood

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

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

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

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

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

Of a Sattaday night, we was all bright,
And Lily LaRose, the barmaid 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 then we'd feel balmy, in eye a tear,
And emotion make us all order 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,
She'd it offhand with the toe of her boot
Or as as not put her fist through your eye.
But we was happy 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 Billy'd up on his pastoral flute,
And strike 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 us a tune on your moley guitar!"
Billy'd strike up on his guitar,
And Billy'd up on his moley guitar.
And then we'd feel balmy, in eye a tear,
And emotion would us all order more beer.

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

Then Genghis gave the signal to his fierce hordes
Abandoning 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 skeered
I am sorry to admit it, but she quickly
She probably escaped with ease I'm sure she was not
But a ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround

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

Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news through the land
At Maidenhead and there was dancing on the Strand
Rats roasted whole in Brentford and Victoria Dock
And a day of celebration was in Bangkok!

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