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

Growltiger was a bravo cat who on a barge
In fact he was the cat that ever roamed at large
Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued 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 at the knees
One ear was missing, no need to tell you why
And he scowled a hostile world from one forbidding eye

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

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

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

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

In the of the vessel, Growltiger stood alone

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

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

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

Oh, how well I remember the old Bull and
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, basement to garret
A nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the parrot named M'Caw,
That all those folk to the bar.
Ah! He was the of the bar.

Of a night, we was all feeling bright,
And Lily LaRose, the that was,
She'd say "Billy! Billy M'Caw! Come us,
give us a dance on the bar."
And Billy would dance on the bar, and 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 have nothick, no not that 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 your eye.
But when we was happy and a bit dry,
Or we was thirsty, and just a bit sad,
She rap on the bar with that corkscrew she had

And say "Billy! M'Caw!
give us a tune on your pastoral flute!"
And Billy'd strike up on his flute,
And Billy'd strike up on his flute.
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!"
Billy'd strike up on his guitar,
And Billy'd up on his moley guitar.
And we'd 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 Mongolian hordes
Abandoning their sampans, the chinks they swarmed
Abandoning their sampans, their pullaways, their
They down the hatches on the crew within their bunks

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

The ruthless foe pressed forward in rank on rank
to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank
He who a victims had driven 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 there was on the Strand
were roasted whole in Brentford and Victoria Dock
And a day of was commanded in Bangkok!

These modern are all very well
But there's to equal from what I hear tell
moment of mystery when I made history