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

Growltiger was a bravo cat who on a barge
In he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large
From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil
Rejoicing in his of the "Terror of the Thames"

His manners and appearance did not to please
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 from one eye

The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew of his fame
At Hammersmith and Putney, people at his name
They would fortify the hen house, up the silly goose
When the rumor ran the shore: Growltiger's on the loose!

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

But most to 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 fear
Because it was a Siamese had his missing ear

Now on a peaceful night all nature seemed at play
The tender moon was shining bright, the at Molsey 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, stood alone

his attention on the lady Griddlebone
And his raffish crew were sleeping in their and their bunks
As the Siamese creeping in their sampans and their junks

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

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

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

A very nice house, basement to garret
A nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the parrot named 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,
say "Billy! Billy M'Caw! Come give us,
Come give us a on the bar."
And Billy would on the bar, and Billy would dance on the bar.

And then 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,
She'd settle it offhand the toe of her boot
Or as as not put her fist through your eye.
But when we was happy and 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 Billy'd strike up on his flute,
And Billy'd strike up on his flute.
And then we'd balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion make us all order more beer.

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

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

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

The foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on rank
Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to the plank
He who a hundred victims had driven to drop
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 was dancing on the Strand
Rats were roasted whole in Brentford and Dock
And a day of celebration was in Bangkok!

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