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

Growltiger was a cat who travelled on a barge
In he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large
From Gravesend up to Oxford he his evil aims
Rejoicing in his of the "Terror of the Thames"

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

The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew 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 fluttered from its cage
Woe to the pampered Pekinese, faced Growltiger's rage
Woe the bristly bandicoot that lurks on ships
And woe to any cat with whom Growltiger came to

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

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

In the forepeak of the vessel, stood alone

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

Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but
And the lady enraptured by my manly baritone
Disposed to relaxation and 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 heard a
The foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving
And the sang their last duet in danger of their lives

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

A very nice house, from to garret
A nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the named Billy M'Caw,
That brought all folk to the bar.
Ah! He was the of the bar.

Of a night, we was all feeling bright,
And Lily LaRose, the barmaid was,
She'd say "Billy! M'Caw! Come give us,
Come us a dance on the bar."
And Billy would dance on the bar, and Billy 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 had brains in her head;
She wouldn't have nothick, no not that said.

If it to an argument, or a dispute,
She'd settle it offhand with the toe of her
Or as likely as not put her through your eye.
But when we was happy and a bit dry,
Or we was thirsty, and just a bit sad,
She would rap on the bar with that she had

And say "Billy! M'Caw!
Come give us a on your pastoral flute!"
And strike up on his pastoral 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 more beer.

"Billy! M'Caw!
Come give us a tune on moley guitar!"
Billy'd strike up on his guitar,
And Billy'd up on his moley guitar.
And then we'd feel balmy, in 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 gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian
Abandoning their sampans, the chinks swarmed aboard
Abandoning their sampans, their pullaways, 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 it, but she quickly disappeared
She probably escaped with ease I'm she was not drowned
But a ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround

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

Oh there was joy in Wapping the news flew through the land
At and Henley there was dancing on the Strand
Rats were roasted in Brentford and Victoria Dock
And a day of was commanded in Bangkok!

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