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In the fantasy sequence "Growltiger's Last Stand," Gus
one such triumph, playing the Growltiger. In this sequence,
Growltiger, a feared 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 that roamed 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 was torn and seedy, it was baggy at the knees
One ear was somewhat missing, no to tell you why
And he scowled a hostile world from one forbidding eye

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

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

But most to cats of foreign race his hatred had 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 his missing ear

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

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger alone

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

had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone
And the lady seemed by my manly baritone
Disposed to relaxation and 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 last duet in danger 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 nice house, basement to garret
A very 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 night, we was all feeling bright,
And Lily LaRose, the that was,
say "Billy! Billy M'Caw! Come give us,
Come give us a on the bar."
And would dance on the bar, and Billy would dance on the bar.

And then we'd feel balmy, in 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 much said.

If it to an argument, or a dispute,
She'd settle it offhand 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 would rap on the bar that corkscrew she had

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

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

Then Genghis gave the signal to his Mongolian hordes
their sampans, the chinks they swarmed aboard
Abandoning their sampans, their pullaways, their
They down the hatches on the crew within their bunks

Griddlebone she gave a screech for she was badly skeered
I am to admit it, but she quickly disappeared
She escaped with ease I'm sure 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 vast was forced to walk the plank
He who a hundred victims had to that drop
At the end of all his crimes was 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 whole in Brentford and Dock
And a day of was commanded in Bangkok!

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