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In the sequence "Growltiger's Last Stand," Gus relives
one triumph, playing the pirate Growltiger. In this sequence,
Growltiger, a feared feline sea 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 roughest cat that ever at large
From Gravesend up to he pursued his evil aims
Rejoicing in his of the "Terror of the Thames"

His manners and 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 world one forbidding eye

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

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

But most to cats of race his hatred had been vowed
To cats of name and race, no quarter was allowed
The Persian and the regarded him with fear
Because it was a Siamese had 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 moonlight it lay rocking on the tide
And was disposed to show his sentimental side

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger stood

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

Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but
And the seemed enraptured by my manly baritone
Disposed to and awaiting no surprise
But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand blue eyes

And still and closer the sampans circled 'round
And yet from all the enemy there was not a sound
The foe was armed with toasting and cruel carving knives
And the sang their last duet 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 happened, it came with a rush,
For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was very

A very nice house, from basement to
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 Sattaday night, we was all bright,
And LaRose, the barmaid that was,
She'd say "Billy! Billy M'Caw! Come us,
Come us a dance on the bar."
And would dance on the bar, and Billy would dance on the bar.

And then we'd balmy, in each eye a tear,
And would make us all order more 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,
settle it offhand with the toe of her boot
Or as likely as not put her fist 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 with corkscrew she had

And say "Billy! M'Caw!
Come give us a tune on your flute!"
And Billy'd up on his pastoral flute,
And Billy'd up on his pastoral flute.
And we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would us all order more beer.

"Billy! M'Caw!
Come give us a tune on your 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 us all order more beer.

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

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

Then Griddlebone she gave a screech for she was skeered
I am sorry to it, but she quickly disappeared
She probably escaped ease I'm sure she was not drowned
But a serried ring of flashing steel 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 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 dancing on the
Rats roasted whole in Brentford and Victoria Dock
And a day of celebration was in Bangkok!

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