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

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

His manners and appearance did not calculate to
His coat was torn and seedy, it was baggy at the
One ear was somewhat missing, no to tell you why
And he upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye

The cottagers of Rotherhithe 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 along the shore: on the loose!

Woe to the weak that fluttered from 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 came to

But to cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed
To of foreign name 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 summer 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 his sentimental side

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 their sampans and their

Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but
And the lady seemed enraptured by my manly
Disposed to relaxation and awaiting no
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 with toasting and cruel carving knives
And the lovers sang last duet in danger of their lives

Oh, how I remember the old Bull and Bush
Where we used to go down of a night,
Where, when happened, it came with a rush,
For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was polite;

A very house, from basement to garret
A nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the named Billy M'Caw,
brought 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 barmaid was,
She'd say "Billy! Billy M'Caw! give us,
Come give us a on the bar."
And Billy would dance on the bar, and would dance on the bar.

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

If it to an argument, or a dispute,
She'd it offhand with the toe of her boot
Or as likely as not put her fist through eye.
But we was happy and just 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 give us a tune on your flute!"
And Billy'd strike up on his flute,
And strike up on his pastoral flute.
And then feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would make us all more 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 balmy, in each eye a tear,
And would make us all order more beer.

"Billy! M'Caw!
give 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 chinks swarmed aboard
Abandoning their sampans, their pullaways, junks
They battened down the hatches on the within their bunks

Then Griddlebone she a screech for she was badly skeered
I am sorry to 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 forward in stubborn rank on rank
Growltiger to his surprise was forced to walk the plank
He who a hundred had driven to that drop
At the end of all his crimes was forced to go kerflip,

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

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