Two more challenges! Help again!

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Golden brown, the liquid summer;
Holds me tighter than a lover.

Whiskey gives me a joyful fill
But, alas, I cannot pay the ruddy bill.

Forget me wallet, and lost me sense;
The barmaids yellin’ for her recompense.

I met a filly at the end of the eve;
She kissed me first but left with Steve.

I’ve got an empty in my heart,
That rivals my pockets, and gives me a start.

They threw me in a dirty street,
And beat me from me head to feet

The whiskey flows inside me veins,
Me legs dance a swerve on cobbled lanes.

Oh, bother me soul, I’m still feeling frisky -
Dastardly tale of woe and whiskey

How’d I’d love to have another.
Could you spare a tenner, brother?