We would sing hymns everytime we had an assembly, which was Monday, Wednesday and Friday. We still have a few hymn books around the house. I think the school favourite hymn was the harvest song. I found it a few months ago:
Cauliflowers fluffy and cabbages green,
Strawberries sweeter than any I’ve seen,
Beetroot purple and onions white:
All grow steadily day and night.
The apples are ripe, the plums are red,
Broad beans are sleeping
in a blankety bed
Blackberries juicy and rhubarb sour,
Marrows fattening hour by hour,
Gooseberries hairy and lettuces fat,
Radishes round and runner beans flat
The apples are ripe, the plums are red,
Broad beans are sleeping
in a blankety bed
Orangey carrots and turnips cream,
Reddening tomatoes that used to be green,
Brown potatoes in little heaps,
Down in the darkness where celery sleeps
The apples are ripe, the plums are red,
Broad beans are sleeping
in a blankety bed