The School Song:
- this makes reference - to the land benfactor Francis Taylor and the year 1908, more of this see the history page.
Here's what we believe to be the old tune,
it may need some slight tinkering to get it right,
help required all your ODs who can remember it.
You can see it below, you can hear it further below
(providing you have a sound system on your 'poota).
Ver: Draft 002 (20120212).
Press the play button to hear it, all 33 seconds worth.
Ver: Draft 002 (20120222). Vibraphone version.
In many towns a school there is,
This year of grace nineteen-nought-eight.
No place of learning is in Diss,
Bewailed the citizens their fate.
Boy prove to be a man,
Maiden help all you can,
Co-mate in our great plan,
Thou art a Dyssean.
Their leaders made to put this right,
Said Francis Taylor never fear,
A school shall be, I'll give the site,
On yonder height above the Mere.
We boast not of a long tradition,
Of pious founders ages gone,
Time's scroll will show our true position,
As fast the fleeting years roll on.
Thus every thought and word and deed,
Are links in an unbroken chain,
See that your link in time of need,
Well made will nobly stand the strain.
(The song had died out by the late 1950s, maybe because
the chorus had become a ribald byword in the school and
there was too much co-mating going on.)
Thanks to Basil Abbott and the Diss Museum.
If you live in or near Diss you ought to visit the Diss Museum on a regular basis, it's quite a small building so the displays are often changed. If you are just visiting Diss then put time aside for the museum. You never know what you might see in there. Go on give ot a look!
'Discover How Good It Is?'
Diss Museum, Market Place — right in the Town Centre.