[Judith Anne]

I do too. My dad used to sing a very old ballad, called “My Mother’s Rosary” and some of the words went like this:

Ten baby fingers, ten baby toes,
she’d count them each and every one
and when her daily work was done
she’d count them by the setting sun,
They were my mother’s rosary...

BRB, I’m going to see if I can find the rest of the lyrics.

[Judith Anne]

Can’t find the lyrics, but apparently arrangements are for sale in groups of songs from the early 1900s