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

Growltiger was a bravo cat who on a barge
In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at
From up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims
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 to tell you why
And he scowled upon a hostile world from one eye

The of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame
At and Putney, people shuddered at his name
would fortify the hen house, lock up the silly goose
When the ran along 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 bristly that lurks on foreign ships
And woe to any cat with Growltiger came to grips

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

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

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger alone

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

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

And closer still and closer the sampans circled
And yet all the enemy 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 lives

Oh, how I remember the old Bull and Bush
Where we used to go down of a night,
Where, when anything happened, it came 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 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! give us,
Come us a dance on the bar."
And Billy would dance on the bar, and Billy 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 what had brains in her head;
She wouldn't have nothick, no not that said.

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

And say "Billy! M'Caw!
Come us a tune 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 make us all order beer.

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

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

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

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 steel did surround

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

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

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