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

Growltiger was a cat who travelled on a barge
In fact he was the cat that ever roamed at large
From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his 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 missing, no need to tell you why
And he scowled upon a hostile world one forbidding eye

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

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

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

Now on a peaceful summer night all nature seemed at
The tender moon was shining bright, the at Molsey lay
All in the balmy it lay rocking on the tide
And Growltiger was disposed to his sentimental side

In the forepeak of the vessel, stood alone

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

Growltiger had no eye or ear for but Griddlebone
And the lady seemed enraptured by my baritone
Disposed to and awaiting no surprise
But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright 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 carving
And the sang their last duet in danger of their lives

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

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

Of a Sattaday night, we was all bright,
And Lily LaRose, the barmaid 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 we'd balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would us all order more beer.
Lily, she was a girl what had in her head;
She wouldn't nothick, no not that much said.

If it to an argument, or a dispute,
She'd settle it offhand with the toe of her
Or as likely as not put her fist through eye.
But when we was happy and 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 us a tune on your pastoral flute!"
And strike up on his pastoral flute,
And Billy'd strike up on his flute.
And then feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And would make us all order more beer.

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

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

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

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

The ruthless foe pressed forward in rank on rank
Growltiger to his vast surprise was to walk the plank
He who a hundred victims had to that drop
At the end of all his crimes was 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 Victoria
And a day of celebration was in Bangkok!

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