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

Growltiger was a bravo cat who travelled on a
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 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 a hostile world from one forbidding eye

The cottagers of knew something of his fame
At Hammersmith and Putney, shuddered at his name
They would fortify the hen house, lock up the 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 rage
Woe the bristly bandicoot that lurks on ships
And woe to any cat with Growltiger came to grips

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

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

In the of the vessel, Growltiger stood alone

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

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

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

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

A very nice house, from to garret
A very house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the named Billy M'Caw,
That 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! M'Caw! Come give us,
Come give us a 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 us all order more 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,
She'd settle it offhand the toe of her boot
Or as likely as not put her fist your 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 with 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 Billy'd strike up on his flute.
And we'd feel balmy, in each 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 Billy'd strike up on his guitar.
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!"
Ah! He was the of the bar.

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

Then Griddlebone she gave a for she was badly skeered
I am sorry to admit it, but she quickly
She probably escaped with ease I'm 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 surprise was forced to walk the
He who a hundred victims had driven to that
At the end of all his was forced to go kerflip, kerflop

Oh was joy in Wapping when the news 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 well
But there's nothing to equal from what I tell
That moment of when I made history