Daily National Intelligencer

The following Lines were hastily written by one of the Company of the Pennsylvania Dinner in this City, on the 8th January, and we have been politely furnished with a copy of them:--

SONG. Tun'd--To Anacreon in Heaven.

A certain Prince Regent, as story records,

Thus Neptune address'd in behalf of his Navy--

' You know we are Ocean's legitimate Lords,

So send these American tars to old Davy.

For the insolent pack

Dare to come in my track,

Nay, to leave their old bunting's broad stripes on my back z

And soon, if you help not, the waves will be free;

For their cock-boats will chase all my ships from the sea'

At that moment another Prince Regent appear'd,

With his turban in hand, in behalf of Algiers;

And he fell on his face, while he swore by his beard,

That Decatur had threaten'd to cut off his ears.

' My squadron to scatter

He thought no great matter,

And soon my magnificent city he'll batter--

O Neptune!' he cried, 'drive these dogs from the sea,

Or Algiers will be lost, and the waves will be free.'

The laugh of the God made his coral cave shake,

For he knew that their sins had provok'd all these evils--

' You've been slogg'd,' he exclaim'd, 'and, if counsel you'd take,

Go! make peace! if you can! with these same Yankee devils.

If their power be so great

Your prayer is too late,

For I, tho' immortal, am govern'd by Fate.

And the Yankees have prov'd, that 'tis Heav'n's decree,

That your reign should be o'er and the Ocean be free !'