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In the fantasy sequence "Growltiger's Stand," Gus relives
one such triumph, the pirate Growltiger. In this sequence,
Growltiger, a feline sea captain and his amour, Griddlebone,
an untimely end after 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 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 torn and seedy, it was baggy at the
One ear was somewhat missing, no need to you why
And he scowled upon a world from one forbidding eye

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

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

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

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

In the of the vessel, Growltiger stood alone

Concentrating his attention on the Griddlebone
And his raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their
As the Siamese came creeping in their and their junks

had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone
And the seemed enraptured by my manly baritone
to relaxation and awaiting no surprise
But the moonlight shone reflected a thousand bright 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 carving knives
And the lovers sang their last duet in of their lives

Oh, how well I remember the old Bull and
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 house, from basement to garret
A nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the parrot 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,
say "Billy! Billy M'Caw! Come 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 balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would 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,
She'd 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 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 Billy'd strike up on his flute.
And then we'd balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would make us all order beer.

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

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

Then Griddlebone she gave a screech for she was badly
I am to admit it, but she quickly disappeared
She probably escaped with I'm sure she was not drowned
But a serried ring of steel Growltiger did surround

The ruthless foe pressed forward in rank on rank
Growltiger to his vast surprise was 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 was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land
At Maidenhead and Henley there was on the Strand
Rats were roasted whole in Brentford and Victoria
And a day of celebration was in Bangkok!

These modern productions are all well
But nothing to equal from what I hear tell
That moment of when I made history