My men do, but they are mostly songs of home, or they play their pipes and remember.
They're a bit sad to hear, and I am not a particularly skilled musician. [ This is putting it very mildly, Colonel Rawne was always the most attuned to music amongst his command staff, and normally just wanted to stick the horn of whatever musician was abusing it down their throat. ]
As for a message of hope... [ Gaunt shakes his head. ]
I wouldn't know the proper thing to say, not in a prison such as this.