In all his exploits, Nevison was tender to the fair sex, and bountiful to the poor. He was also a true loyalist, and never levied any contributions upon the Royalists. His life was once spared by the royal clemency. He then returned home, and remained with his father until the day of his death. But soon after returned to his former courses, his name became the terror of every traveller on the road. He levied a quarterly tribute on all the northern drovers, and in return not only spared them himself, but protected them against all other thieves, and the carriers who frequented the road willingly agreed to leave certain sums at such places as he appointed, to prevent their being stripped of them all. After committing a robbery in London, about sunrise, he rode his mare to York in the course of the day, and appeared upon the bowling green of that city before sunset. From this latter circumstance, when brought to trial for the offence, he established an _alibi_ to the satisfaction of the jury, though he was in reality guilty. At length his crimes became so notorious, that a reward was offered to any that would apprehend him. This made many waylay him, especially two brothers named Fletcher, one of whom Nevison shot dead. But though he escaped for a time, he was afterwards apprehended in a public-house at Sandal-three-houses, near Wakefield, by Captain Milton, sent to York gaol, where on the 15th of March, 1685, he was tried, condemned, and executed, aged forty-five. BOLD NEVISON, the HIGHWAYMAN. Did you ever hear tell of that hero, Bold Nevison that was his name? He rode about like a bold hero, And with that he gained great fame. He maintained himself like a gentleman, Besides he was good to the poor; He rode about like a bold hero, And he gain’d himself favour therefore. Oh the Twenty-first day of last month, Proved an unfortunate day; Captain Milton was riding to London, And by mischance he rode out of his way. He call’d at Sandal-Houses by the road-side, The one known by the sign of the Magpie, There Nevison he sat a drinking, And the Captain soon he did spy. Then the captain did very soon send for, And a constable very soon came; With three or four men in attendance, With pistols charged in the King’s name. They demanded the name of this hero, “My name it is Jobsons,” said he, When the captain laid hold by his shoulder, Saying, “WILL NEVISON thou goeth with me.” Oh! then in this very same speech, They hastened him fast away, To a place called Swannington bridge, A place where he used to stay. They call’d for a tankard of good liquor, It was the sign of the Black Horse, Where there was all sorts of attendance, But for Nevison it was the worst.