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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 end after battling a crew of Siamese sailors.

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

His manners and did not calculate to please
His coat was torn and seedy, it was at the knees
One ear was somewhat missing, no need to you why
And he scowled upon a hostile world one forbidding eye

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

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

But most to cats of foreign race his hatred had been
To cats of foreign and race, no quarter was allowed
The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with
Because it was a Siamese had mauled his 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 rocking on the
And was disposed to show his sentimental side

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger stood

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

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

And closer still and closer the circled 'round
And yet from all the enemy there was not a sound
The foe was armed with forks and cruel carving knives
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 happened, it came with a rush,
For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was polite;

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 would dance on the bar, and would dance on the bar.

And then we'd balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would make us all order beer.
Lily, she was a girl what had in her head;
She have nothick, no not that much said.

If it to an argument, or a dispute,
She'd settle it with the toe of her boot
Or as likely as not put her fist through eye.
But when we was and just a bit dry,
Or when we was thirsty, and a bit sad,
She would rap on the bar that corkscrew she had

And say "Billy! M'Caw!
Come give us a on your pastoral flute!"
And strike up on his pastoral flute,
And strike up on his pastoral flute.
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!"
Billy'd up on his moley guitar,
And Billy'd strike up on his guitar.
And then feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion 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 signal to his fierce Mongolian
Abandoning their sampans, the they swarmed aboard
Abandoning their sampans, their pullaways, their
They battened the hatches 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 escaped with ease I'm sure she was not drowned
But a ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround

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

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

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