and it 's ... ... the chorus , with all on deck joining in , and then mairead crosses her hands over her belly and looks off with a rueful expression on her face as she sings ... well , early next morning , the sailor lad arose , and into my apron threw a handful of gold , saying , `` take this me dear , for the mischief that i 've done , for tonight i fear i 've left you with a daughter or a son . ''