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In the fantasy sequence "Growltiger's Last Stand," Gus
one such triumph, the pirate Growltiger. In this sequence,
Growltiger, a feared feline sea and his amour, Griddlebone,
meet an untimely end after battling a of Siamese 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 Oxford he pursued his evil
in his title of the "Terror of the Thames"

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

The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew of his fame
At Hammersmith and Putney, people shuddered at his
They would the hen house, lock up the silly goose
When the ran along the shore: Growltiger's on the loose!

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

But most to of foreign race his hatred had been vowed
To cats of foreign and race, no quarter was allowed
The Persian and the Siamese regarded him 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 disposed to show his sentimental

In the of the vessel, Growltiger stood alone

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

had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone
And the lady enraptured by my manly baritone
Disposed to relaxation and awaiting no
But the moonlight shone reflected a thousand bright blue eyes

And closer still and closer the sampans '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 their last duet in danger of their lives

Oh, how well I remember the old Bull and
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 LaRose, the barmaid that was,
She'd say "Billy! Billy M'Caw! give us,
Come give us a on the bar."
And Billy would on the bar, and Billy would dance on the bar.

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

If it to an argument, or a dispute,
She'd settle it with the toe of her boot
Or as likely as not put her through your eye.
But when we was happy and a bit dry,
Or when we was thirsty, and a bit sad,
She would rap on the bar with 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 we'd feel balmy, in eye a tear,
And would make us all order more beer.

"Billy! M'Caw!
Come us a tune on your moley guitar!"
strike 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 more 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 their sampans, the chinks they swarmed
Abandoning their sampans, pullaways, their junks
They battened the hatches on the crew within their bunks

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

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

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

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