In many towns a school there is,
year of grace nineteen-nought-eight.
place of learning is in Diss,
the citizens their fate.
prove to be a man,
Maiden help all you can,
in our great plan,
leaders made to put this right,
Francis Taylor never fear,
school shall be, I'll give the site,
yonder height above the Mere.
boast not of a long tradition,
pious founders ages gone,
scroll will show our true position,
fast the fleeting years roll on.
every thought and word and deed,
links in an unbroken chain,
that your link in time of need,
Well made will nobly stand the strain.
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 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!
How Good It Is?'