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In the fantasy sequence "Growltiger's Stand," Gus relives
one such triumph, the pirate 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 that roamed at large
From Gravesend up to Oxford he his evil aims
in his title of the "Terror of the Thames"

His manners and appearance did not to please
His coat was torn and seedy, it was at the knees
One ear was somewhat missing, no need to you why
And he upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye

The cottagers of knew something of his fame
At Hammersmith and Putney, shuddered at his name
They would fortify the hen house, up the silly goose
When the ran along the shore: Growltiger's on the loose!

Woe to the weak canary that fluttered from its
Woe to the pampered Pekinese, that faced Growltiger's
Woe the bristly bandicoot that lurks on ships
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 was allowed
The Persian and the regarded him with fear
Because it was a Siamese had mauled his ear

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

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger stood

Concentrating his attention on the lady
And his raffish crew were sleeping in their 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 relaxation and awaiting no
But the moonlight reflected from a thousand bright blue eyes

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

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

A nice house, from basement to garret
A nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the parrot 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! M'Caw! Come give us,
Come give us a on the bar."
And Billy would dance on the bar, and Billy dance on the bar.

And we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And would make us all order more beer.
Lily, she was a what 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 and just a bit dry,
Or when we was thirsty, and a bit sad,
She would rap on the bar with that she had

And say "Billy! M'Caw!
Come give us a tune on your flute!"
And Billy'd up on his pastoral flute,
And Billy'd up on his pastoral flute.
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!"
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 make us all order 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 Mongolian hordes
Abandoning their sampans, the chinks they aboard
Abandoning their sampans, pullaways, and junks
They battened down the hatches on the crew their bunks

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

The foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on rank
to his vast surprise was forced 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 flew through the land
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 productions are all very
But there's nothing to equal from what I tell
moment of mystery when I made history