What language is that?

Walking back from the library just now I stopped to watch four men working on taking down a giant, I mean giant, tree. Two were halfway up in the tree hanging from ropes on pulleys connected higher up, and taking down the middle limbs. Guess what language they were speaking. Sounded to me a lot like the language of those men who dug an eight foot trench around part of my foundation last summer to correct a furnace room leak, in 100 degree heat, or two of the three men who put a new roof on my house three summers ago. I guess the suburban college kids around here will just have to buck up and sweat a little a few years from now. Yeah right, a thirteen year old says in the background.