GrowlLastStand

Growltiger was a bravo cat who travelled on a barge,
In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large.
From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims,
Rejoicing in his title of: "The Terror of the Thames!"

His manner and appearance did not calculate to please,
His coat was torn and sheedy it was baggy at the knees.
On ear was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why!
And he scowled apon a hostile world from one forbidding eye.

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

Woe to the weak canary that fluttered from its cage!
Woe to the pampered Pekeinese that faced Growltiger's rage.
Woe to the bristly bandicoot that lurks of foreign ships!
And woe to any cat with whom Growltiger came to grips.

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

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

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger stood alone.
"Concentrating my attention on the Lady Griddlebone,
And my raffish crew was sleeping in their barrels and their bunks."
As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their junks.

Growltiger had not eye or ear for ought but Griddlebone.
"And the Lady seemed enraptured by my manly baritone."
Disposed to relaxation and awaiting no surprise.
As the moonlight shone reflecting in a thousand bright blue eyes.

And closer still and closer, the sampan circled round.
And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound.
The foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving knives,
And the lovers sang their last duet in danger of their lives!

In una tepida notte d`estate, allorche la natura
Era nel pieno fulgore, e la rasca rugiada
Splendeva al chiar di luna sopra la verzura
Si poteva vedre il galeone ancorata
Oscillare in silenzia nel vento profumato
Dalla merea del naviglio serenamente cullato
In quella tepida notte che c`e dunque il male
Se in tnanta poesia anche il pirata divento sentiventale?

Oscillare in silenzia nel vento profumato
Dalla merea del naviglio serenamente cullato
In quella tepida notte
In quella tepida notte
In quella tepida notte

Then Ghengis gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian army
Abandoning their sampans, the Chinks they swarmed aboard
Abandoning their sampans, their pullaways, the junks
They battened down the hatches on the crew within their bunks.

Then Griddlebone, she gave a shriek for she was badly "skeered"
I'm sorry to admit, but she quickly dissapeared.
"She probably escaped with ease, I'm sure she was not drowned."
But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround.

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

Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land.
In Maidenhead and Henly there was dancing in the strand.
Rats were roasted whole in Brentford and Victoria Dock,
And a day of celebration was commanded in Bangok!

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