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

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

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

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

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

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

Now on a peaceful night all nature 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 disposed to show his sentimental

In the of the vessel, Growltiger stood alone

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

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

And closer still and 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 in danger of their lives

Oh, how well I the old Bull 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 very

A very nice house, from to garret
A nice 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,
Come give us a on the bar."
And Billy would dance on the bar, and Billy would on the bar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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