"The Dyssean"
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,
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.
Clifton
Day.
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.
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!
'Discover
How Good It Is?'
