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

Growltiger was a bravo cat who travelled on a
In fact he was the roughest cat ever roamed at large
From Gravesend up to he pursued his evil aims
Rejoicing in his 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 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 that fluttered from its cage
Woe to the Pekinese, that faced Growltiger's rage
Woe the bristly bandicoot that lurks on foreign
And woe to any cat whom Growltiger came to grips

But to cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed
To cats of foreign name and race, no quarter was
The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with
Because it was a Siamese had mauled his ear

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

In the forepeak of the vessel, stood alone

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

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

And closer still and closer the sampans 'round
And yet from all the enemy was not heard a sound
The foe was armed with toasting forks and carving knives
And the lovers sang their last duet in danger of lives

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

And then we'd balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would make us all order beer.
Lily, she was a girl what had in her head;
She wouldn't 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 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 would rap on the bar that corkscrew she had

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

"Billy! M'Caw!
Come us a tune on your moley guitar!"
strike up on his moley guitar,
And Billy'd strike up on his guitar.
And we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would make us all more beer.

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

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

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

The foe pressed forward 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 was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land
At Maidenhead and Henley was dancing on the Strand
Rats were roasted whole in Brentford and Dock
And a day of was commanded in Bangkok!

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