Lyrics:

To your hands I gave you
Aboard from Hawaii
The ship thick on northern lights
A fugitive, one of three highway man
Who stopped the Pixley train at night
About 8pm, 22 February
We bore 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 (?) set for remote islands near the equator

When they found the ship
With not put in there
There's a reason, believe, he set upon fire
When a bomb exploded
Bucks shot unloaded
We three made off in dire
To the rant on rubble
American council
To the Hawaiian king
I swear before notary
To make a clean (?) of the home sand
In hope of salvation, for surely I'll be found before (?)
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're living on brave and free
The passenger coaches
Were not molested (?) I can see