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

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

His and appearance did not calculate 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 upon a world from one forbidding eye

The cottagers of knew something of his fame
At and Putney, people shuddered at his name
They would fortify the hen house, lock up the goose
When the rumor ran along the shore: 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 that on foreign ships
And woe to any cat with whom came to grips

But most to cats of race his hatred had been vowed
To cats of foreign name and race, no was allowed
The Persian and the Siamese 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 moonlight it lay rocking on the tide
And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental

In the of the vessel, Growltiger stood alone

Concentrating his attention on the lady
And his raffish crew were sleeping in their and their 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
Disposed to and awaiting 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 heard a
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 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 very house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the parrot named M'Caw,
That brought all 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! M'Caw! Come give us,
give us a dance on the bar."
And Billy would dance on the bar, and Billy would 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 had brains in her head;
She have 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 as not put her fist through your eye.
But when we was and just 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 give us a on your pastoral flute!"
And strike up on his pastoral flute,
And Billy'd strike up on his flute.
And we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would make us all order beer.

"Billy! M'Caw!
Come give us a on your moley guitar!"
strike up on his moley guitar,
And strike 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 the signal to his fierce Mongolian hordes
Abandoning their sampans, the chinks they swarmed
Abandoning their sampans, pullaways, their junks
They battened down the hatches on the within their bunks

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

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

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

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