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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 battling a crew of Siamese sailors.

Growltiger was a bravo cat who travelled on a
In fact he was the roughest cat ever roamed at large
From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil
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 need to you why
And he scowled a hostile world from one forbidding eye

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

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

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

Now on a summer night all nature seemed at play
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 show his sentimental

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger stood

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

had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone
And the lady seemed enraptured by my baritone
to relaxation and awaiting no surprise
But the moonlight shone reflected from a bright blue eyes

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

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

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

And we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would make us all 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 it offhand with the toe of her boot
Or as likely as not put her fist through 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 with that she had

And say "Billy! M'Caw!
give us a tune on your pastoral flute!"
And strike up on his pastoral flute,
And Billy'd up on his pastoral 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 your guitar!"
Billy'd strike up on his guitar,
And Billy'd strike up on his guitar.
And then feel balmy, in each 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 to his fierce Mongolian hordes
Abandoning their sampans, the chinks they swarmed
Abandoning sampans, their pullaways, their junks
They battened down the hatches on the crew within their

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

The ruthless foe 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 crimes was forced to go kerflip,

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

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