There is indeed a person, or perhaps a group, called Doctor Badbreath, whose album "Tourin' the Two-Step" contains MILLIGAN'S HILL. You can listen to the entire song at the artist's MySpace page. Below is my partial transcription.

This is really an extraordinary song. It is sung at a breakneck speed, as fast as an Irish fiddler can slur sixteenth-notes. In fact, I suspect the tune may be an Irish one.

This is only about half the song. I'll work on it more later.


MILLIGAN'S HILL
Doctor Badbreath

1. Well, ev'ry Thursday evenin'
I'd be headin' out to Milliganville,
And everyone there was as drunk as a bear,
Makin' sure they got their fill again.
Everything went the same for twenty years.
They ate their fill and they drank the beer,
And Milligan came to his hill again.
Time and again, he would bring a sweet filly for Bill.

2. Well, Billy was Milligan's really good cousin,
And long they hung together, you know,
At Milligan's Hill, it was silly old Billy
Who really would get all the fillies in tow.
And their uncle William, drunk as he was,
He played the role of the local fuzz,
And he'd come up to Milligan's Hill again.
Time and again he would drink up his fill and he'd go.

3. Well, winter on Milligan's Hill was a thrill.
To begin with, you must have a will to get up.
How ... the wickedest liquor;
The chill it will kill if you dare to get drunk.
Now local folk they didn't go far,
Except for one, a bad old parson Finnegan.
Time and again he would come up
To Milligan's Hill and he brought his own cup.

4. Well, Billy and Milligan, William and I
Were quietly drinkin' our fill o' the brew,
When out of the chill of old Milligan's Hill
Come a filly o' Billy's a-bringin' her crew.
She walked inside and then kaboom!
Brought thirty-four women of ill repute.
Billy and Milligan leapt to their feet
But the thrill it was watchin' old William scoot(?).

CHORUS: And his eyes rolled back in his head.
He flopped around like he was dead.
He slurped and burped and fell in his beer,
And everyone thought he was dyin'.
His legs shot into the air,
Scared the hell out of everyone there,
And Milligan said, "Damn you, Billy, you silly old fool!
Now you really have pickled our dill.
We'll no' be gettin' our fill o' the will,
'Cause you killed our Uncle William!"

[To be continued.]