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In the fantasy sequence "Growltiger's Stand," Gus relives
one such triumph, playing the pirate Growltiger. In sequence,
Growltiger, a feline sea captain 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 that ever roamed at
From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil
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 world one forbidding eye

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

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

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

Now on a peaceful summer night all seemed at play
The tender was shining bright, the barge 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 on the lady Griddlebone
And his raffish crew were sleeping in barrels and their bunks
As the came creeping in their sampans and their junks

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

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

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

A very nice house, basement to garret
A nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the parrot named M'Caw,
That brought all 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 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 had brains in her head;
She wouldn't have nothick, no not much said.

If it to an argument, or a dispute,
settle it offhand with the toe of her boot
Or as as not put her fist through your eye.
But when we was happy and 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 give us a tune on pastoral flute!"
And Billy'd strike up on his flute,
And Billy'd strike up on his flute.
And then we'd feel balmy, in eye a tear,
And emotion would make us all order beer.

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

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

Then gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian hordes
Abandoning their sampans, the they swarmed 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 skeered
I am to admit it, but she quickly disappeared
She probably with ease I'm sure she was not drowned
But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did

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

Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the
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 are all very well
But there's nothing to equal what I hear tell
That moment of mystery when I made