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In the fantasy "Growltiger's Last Stand," Gus relives
one such triumph, the pirate 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 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 and appearance did not calculate to please
His coat was torn and seedy, it was baggy at the
One ear was somewhat missing, no need to you why
And he scowled upon a hostile 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 goose
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 rage
Woe the bristly that lurks on foreign ships
And woe to any cat with whom came to grips

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

Now on a summer night all nature seemed at play
The tender moon was shining bright, the at Molsey lay
All in the balmy it lay rocking on the tide
And Growltiger was disposed to his sentimental side

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger alone

Concentrating his attention on the Griddlebone
And his raffish crew were sleeping in their and their bunks
As the Siamese came 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 relaxation and awaiting no
But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand blue eyes

And closer and closer the sampans circled 'round
And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a
The foe was with toasting forks and cruel carving knives
And the lovers sang last duet in danger of their 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 nice house, from basement to garret
A very house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the parrot Billy M'Caw,
That all those folk to the bar.
Ah! He was the of the bar.

Of a Sattaday night, we was all bright,
And Lily LaRose, the barmaid was,
say "Billy! Billy M'Caw! Come give us,
Come us a dance 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 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 likely as not put her through your eye.
But we was happy and just 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!
Come us a tune on your pastoral flute!"
And Billy'd up on his pastoral flute,
And strike up on his pastoral flute.
And then feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And would make us all order more beer.

"Billy! M'Caw!
Come us a tune on your moley guitar!"
Billy'd up on his moley guitar,
And strike up on his moley guitar.
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!"
Ah! He was the of the bar.

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

Then Griddlebone she gave a screech for she was 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 steel Growltiger did surround

The ruthless foe pressed 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 when the news flew through the land
At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the
Rats were roasted whole in and Victoria Dock
And a day of celebration was in Bangkok!

These modern productions are all well
But nothing to equal from what I hear tell
That moment of mystery when I history