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

Growltiger was a bravo cat who travelled on a
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 scowled upon a world from one forbidding eye

The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his
At Hammersmith and Putney, people at his name
They fortify the hen house, lock up the silly goose
When the rumor ran along the shore: on the loose!

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

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

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

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger alone

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

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

And closer still and the sampans circled 'round
And yet from all the there 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 well I the old Bull and Bush
Where we to go down of a Sattaday night,
Where, when anything happened, it with a rush,
For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was polite;

A very nice house, from basement to
A very 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 that was,
She'd say "Billy! M'Caw! Come give us,
give us a dance on the bar."
And Billy would on the bar, and Billy would dance 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 had brains 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 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 rap on the bar with that corkscrew she had

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

"Billy! M'Caw!
Come give us a tune on 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 make 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
their sampans, the chinks they swarmed aboard
Abandoning sampans, their pullaways, their junks
They battened down the hatches on the crew within their

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

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 crimes was 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 was commanded in Bangkok!

These modern productions are all very
But there's to equal from what I hear tell
That moment of mystery when I history