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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,
an untimely end after battling a crew of Siamese sailors.

Growltiger was a bravo cat who on a barge
In he was the roughest 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 missing, no need to tell you why
And he scowled upon a hostile from one forbidding eye

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

Woe to the weak canary that from its cage
Woe to the Pekinese, that faced Growltiger's rage
Woe the bristly bandicoot that on foreign ships
And woe to any cat with whom Growltiger came to

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

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

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger stood

his attention on the lady Griddlebone
And his raffish crew were in their 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 by my manly baritone
Disposed to relaxation and no surprise
But the moonlight shone reflected from a bright blue 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 their last duet in danger of their lives

Oh, how well I the old Bull and Bush
Where we to go down of a Sattaday night,
Where, anything happened, it came with a rush,
For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was very

A very nice house, basement to garret
A very 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 Sattaday night, we was all bright,
And Lily LaRose, the that was,
She'd say "Billy! Billy M'Caw! Come us,
Come us a dance on the bar."
And Billy would dance on the bar, and would dance 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 wouldn't 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 we was thirsty, and just a bit sad,
She rap on the bar with that corkscrew she had

And say "Billy! M'Caw!
give 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 give us a tune on your guitar!"
strike 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 would make us all order beer.

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

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

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

The ruthless foe pressed in stubborn rank 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 Wapping the news flew through the land
At Maidenhead and Henley was dancing on the Strand
Rats were 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 from what I hear
That moment of when I made history