When I was in the Catskills this year I heard a wonderful song from someone I didn't get to follow up with. As a result I've no idea who she was, or any details of where this song comes from. Any information would be appreciated

All of Life Plays Like a Tune

If the fiddle bow felt no bow stroke
If the concertina bellows broke
If no one sang or cracked a joke
Then where's the good in living?

Chorus
For all of life plays like a tune
It sounds so sweet and ends too soon
You'd better rosin up your bow
Before it's time to go

If no one threw their feet about
And if the Guinness boys stopped making stout
You'd forget what life was all about
And soon become quite thirsty

Chorus
When all you've owned is hawked or pawned
And all your money's spent and gone
You'll find out what you've been living on
And never even knew it

Chorus
If the fiddle bow felt no bow stroke
If the concertina bellows broke
If no one sang or cracked a joke
Then where's the good in living?

Chorus