Nearly 100 years after Thomas Stewart's chapbook was published in Glasgow (in an effort to discredit Allan Cunningham's claim to have seen the manuscript), Henley and Henderson claimed that John Hamilton wrote the extra stanzas. Though they provide no evidence whatsoever, scholars have dutifully repeated this nonsensical assertion ever since. Hamilton's 24 songs are online at Library of Scotland. He was a hack versifier.
Thomas Stewart was nephew of John Richmond, a close friend of Burns. He was first to publish The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata. Here is the version of "Of a' the airts" printed in the chapbook (it differs slightly from the one above.) Could anyone but Robert Burns could have written the lines about the laden bees? The entire text is in line with his characteristic style, outlook and concerns. Show me some actual evidence that someone else wrote this, not the proclamations of Henley and Henderson.These are the same small-minded editors who slandered the collecting work of Peter Buchan. -Andrew Calhoun

?Of a’ the airts the win’ can blaw, I dearly like the west,?
For there the bonny lassie lives, the lass that I lo’e best;?
Tho’ wild woods grow, an’ rivers row, wi’ mony a hill between,?
Baith day and night, my fancy’s flight is ever wi’ my Jean.?
I see her in the dewy flowers, sae lovely, sweet an’ fair,?
I hear her voice in ilka bird, wi’ music charm the air,?
There’s not a bonny flower that springs, by fountain, shaw or green,?
Nor yet a bonny bird that sings, but minds me o’ my Jean.

Upon the banks of flowing Clyde the lassies busk them braw,?
But when their best they hae put on, my Jenny dings them a’;?
In hamely weed she far exceeds the fairest of the town,?
Baith sage and gay concede it sae, tho’ dress’d in rustic gown.?
The gamesome lamb, that sucks the dam, mair harmless canna be,?
She has nae fau’t (if sic we ca’t) except her love for me,
?The sparkling dew, of clearest hew, is like her shining een,?
In shape an’ air wha can compare, wi’ my sweet lovely Jean.

O blaw ye westlin’ win’s blaw saft, amang the leafy trees,?
Wi’ gentle breath frae muir an’ dale bring hame the laden bees;?
An’ bring the lassie back to me that’s ay sae neat an’ clean,?
Ae blink o’ her wad banish care, sae charming is my Jean. ?
What sighs an’ vows amang the knowes, hae past atween us twa,?
How fain to meet, how wae to part, that day she gade awa,?
The pow’rs aboon can only ken, to whom the heart is seen,?
That nane can be sae dear to me as my sweet lovely Jean.