Staigs were young unbroken horses straight from the cleughs and woods.

There is an old Nithsdale ballad which I will try and drag up from my [failling] memory,---- "Gar fetch to me those twa wild staigs whilk gang in Oakenshaw and ere I either eat or drink I will his body draw"
The lass Emily Smith from down that airt had obviousely heard the ballad as a story and she composed a song based on it.