| To your hands I give you | |
| Aboard from Hawaii | |
| The ship they call Northern Light | |
| A fugitive | |
| One of three highwaymen | |
| Who stopped the Pixley train that night | |
| About 8 PM | |
| 22 February | |
| We forced 7 thousand in gold | |
| Two were killed in the melee | |
| A fireman of the train | |
| And a passenger from Modesto | |
| The leader was an | |
| Insurance agent, this I know | |
| The third man set for | |
| Remote islands near the equator | |
| When he found the ship | |
| Would not put in there | |
| There's reason to believe he set her on fire | |
| When our bomb exploded | |
| Buckshot unloaded | |
| We three made off in dire | |
| To the Right Honorable | |
| American Council | |
| To the Hawaiian King | |
| I swear before Notary | |
| To make a clean breast | |
| Of the whole thing | |
| In hope of salvation | |
| For surely I'll be found before port | |
| Before Postal authorities can act | |
| I surrender myself unto the reward | |
| Since I was taken | |
| From the Napa asylum | |
| And put on a whaler for my own good | |
| I told the Captain | |
| Not to let me ashore | |
| Except under guard | |
| If no faith is placed | |
| In this letter | |
| You are letting a brigand free | |
| The passenger coaches | |
| Were not molested | |
| Violence I can't see |