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In the sequence "Growltiger's Last 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 after a crew of Siamese sailors.

Growltiger was a bravo cat who on a barge
In fact he was the roughest cat that ever at large
From up to Oxford he pursued 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 a hostile world from one forbidding eye

The of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame
At Hammersmith and Putney, people 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, faced Growltiger's rage
Woe the bristly bandicoot that lurks on ships
And woe to any cat with whom came to grips

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 regarded him with
it was a Siamese had mauled his missing ear

Now on a peaceful summer night all seemed at play
The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at lay
All in the balmy moonlight it lay 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 were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks
As the Siamese came creeping in sampans and their junks

Growltiger had no eye or ear for but Griddlebone
And the lady seemed by my manly baritone
Disposed to relaxation and no surprise
But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand blue eyes

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

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

A very nice house, basement to garret
A nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the named Billy M'Caw,
That all those 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,
She'd say "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 feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion make us all order more beer.
Lily, she was a girl what had 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 and just a bit dry,
Or when we was thirsty, and a bit sad,
She would rap on the bar with corkscrew she had

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

"Billy! M'Caw!
give us a tune on your moley guitar!"
Billy'd up on his moley guitar,
And strike up on his moley guitar.
And then we'd 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 signal to his fierce Mongolian
Abandoning their sampans, the they swarmed aboard
Abandoning their sampans, their pullaways, and
They battened down the hatches on the within their bunks

Then Griddlebone she gave a 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 flashing steel Growltiger did

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

Oh there was joy in when the news flew through the land
At Maidenhead and there was dancing on the Strand
Rats were roasted whole in Brentford and Victoria
And a day of celebration was in Bangkok!

These modern are all very well
But there's nothing to equal from what I hear
moment of mystery when I made history