The Rocky Road to Dublin

In Mullum Guide at night, I wristed lutes away,
Started by daylight, lute's morning brightened air.
Took a drop of the guilt to keep me heart from sinkin',
That's the paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinkin'.
Today as I'll axe your smile, lovin' all the while,
Let me courier your style to set your heart a bubblin'.
What's gettin' me works, I hire, and wages I require,