Dwarves: Snow, we’re off to the mines.
Snow: Goodbye!
Dwarves: High ho, high ho--
Snow: What'd you call me?
Grumpy: Nothing, sister.
Snow: You called me a hoe! Guess what, motherfucker, you can shove--
Grumpy: No, no, no, you don’t understand. We were just singing. ‘High ho, high ho, it’s off to work we go.’
Snow: Oh. Carry on.
*In Storybrooke.*
Mary Margaret: ...And that was my first morning with the dwarves.
Emma: Yes, I can't imagine why Disney would have altered it.