You're obviously younger than me, Bazile, 'cos those songs hadn't been written when I was at junior school!
I hardly ever think of my primary school years and I can't link any song to my time at junior school (except recalling discussing 'Telstar' - both the satellite and the song - with my teacher).
However this takes me back even further, to infant school:
OK, I admit that I've got one of my dates wrong. I associate 'Morning Has Broken' with Cat Stevens but Wikipedia tells me that it was written in 1931.
However 'Lord of the Dance' wasn't written until 1967, three years after I left junior school in 1964, proving that I'm definitely older than you, Bazile.
Left junior school in 1964? Just finished my O levels then, though I will admit to having taken them a year early on the grounds that I was (and some would say still am) a clever sh!te. My point is, I suppose, that I am older than the pair of you!
The nit nurse. And one or two kids suddenly appearing with their heads shaven and covered with a purple gunge. Did they have ringworm, I wonder.
Not the happiest days of my life.
I remember there being a radio broadcast each week and we had to sing along to the songs. I liked that.
I liked singing in assembly. Especially singing the Lord's Prayer.
Country dancing and we each chose an elasticated skirt to wear.
I adored all my teachers except Mrs. Bolton.(harridan)
Learning new things. I loved school.
Being pencil monitor and dinner monitor.
Getting stars (never got a stripe)
Free milk in little bottles and blowing down the straw when the teacher wasn't looking.
BBC programme Singing Together introduced by a posh voice called William Appleby.
Walking or cycling the two miles to school (country lanes all the way) on our own because it was safe in those days
Getting the cane (on the hand) for using school paper to make aeroplanes
No pressure, just the eleven plus at the end of it all
JJ's post about boaters reminds me of an incident at secondary school, where we wore them in the summer:
As I walked into school, the headmistress said "This girl knows how to wear her boater!" and whipped it off my head - whereupon all the lining and elastic fell out from where I'd stuffed it inside the crown. She wasn't so impressed then....
I remember school dinners, which were good, and we sat eight to a table on two pushed-together tables. It was a favourite pastime to pull the tables apart "by mistake" and let the water-jug fall through the gap - then the cry would go up "Boots off for a paddle under table 8!"
We did needlework on a Tuesday afternoon in primary school, and listened to the BBC Schools programme - there was an interminable music series I remember well which seemed to go on forever, about the Trumpet Voluntary. I can hear it now.
Boaters at senior school. It was tradition to throw them out of the train window on the last day of school!
Junior school, oh far too many happy things to mention. Having to go to the far end of the playground to the toilets in middle of winter, brrrr.