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ERATO ENSEMBLE: William George - The Seven Dwarfs, each on his deathbed, remember Snow White

The Seven Dwarfs, each on his deathbed, remember Snow White (2016) Music by William George Poems by Ron Koertge William George, tenor Julie Begg, clarinets I found these delightful poems years ago and was waiting for the right opportunity to set them to music. They are true duets, with the clarinetist commenting, prodding, joining and mocking the singer/dwarf. - Will George Doc: Snow White worried about her health and about getting old. She was tyrannical about physical examinations: once a week was nothing. Of course a woman her size and complexion was exciting, but I soon got used to it. Dopey: When she turned up, I knew she wouldn’t stay. When she fell asleep like that, I knew it wouldn’t last. By acting dopey I got out of a lot of work but really I’m sharp as the next guy. Sleepy: I wanted to get her into the feathers alright, but just to snooze. I tried to make her understand that, but oh no. Always the raised eyebrow and wagging finger. Grumpy: Snow White? I barely remember. Besides, what did she know about chronic pain. I believed she danced, but you couldn’t prove it by me. Every night I was in bed early, doubled up. Bashful: We didn’t have a t.v. so the others used to turn off the lights and make me blush. She could get me beet red, just like that. Or at first she could. After a while she had to get downright bold. And she liked saying those things too. I could tell. Happy: She made very little difference to me. I was always happy. I was then, I still am. Even now. I imagine I’m ill. Mentally ill, I mean. Sneezy: I was the most handsome of us all, less gnarled, my limbs in more pleasing proportion. But my nose runs constantly and my eyes water. She preferred me until I sneezed on her fancy dress. Then let me tell you, handsome or not, that was that. Video by Garry Checora